As I write this, I continue on a journey towards defining towards who I am and what I want sexually. I walk down a path of new adventure, uncomfortableness, excitement, confusion, love and fear. I carry with me items: Asperger syndrome, and a combination of polyamory and recreational swinging. When one of these objects, poke out from my baggage, I tend to stuff it deep inside and continue. I am afraid of rejection and loneliness. But the more I cram and I try to forget, the luggage I carry gets heavier and heavier. I slow down, getting mired in going…