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I hate trying to schedule dates. Not because they aren’t fun, but because it usually needs to be done a good ways in advance. There are a few reasons, like not knowing if you will be in the mood for it that day. Specifically though I want to talk about periods because I have become required to track Anne’s period. I know better when it is going to occur than she does. That shit is tracked in my google calendar via this handy tool
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction. – Pablo Picasso I love…
Anne and I had a date with a single lady, a unicorn if you will. We had been trying to have a date with her for a while, but for one reason or another things kept getting in the way. We have played with her at parties before, but we have never really had a date with her. I still hold to our stance of not looking for single men or single women. Single women are in too much demand and single men are in too much supply. Both of those things bring about there own issues that make us not want to actively look for them. If they happen to cross our path and click with us, that is cool, but we aren’t seeking either.
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about why couples are so appealing to me. The first thing I need to put out there is that it’s not the sex. Threesomes are lovely, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t have a particular yearning for a threesome over one-on-one sex, and historically I have not found them more satisfying. So that comment is out of the way.
When introducing a new romantic interest to our friends and loved ones, we all want this person to be well received and well liked. We want our family and friends to find them attractive, interesting, funny, and basically dig them like we do. We polyamorists are much the same, but we have a much more critical judge – our primary partner.
Mr. Doubleplay spoke of how he loves that he is allowed to let his eyes wander now. You can sample the buffet of women out there with permission. No need to hide it!
I am always very careful about condom use. Always. It has been that way ever since I started using them. I suspect that is a product of my sex education from the 90’s during when AIDS was very scary (well it still is scary). So, usually I am hyper aware of the condom situation. I check it often make sure it is all good and what not.
I am fascinated by stories about polygamy, both fiction and non-fiction. I’ve watched every episode of the HBO television series “Big Love.” I’ve read the Brady Udall novel “The Lonely Polygamist.” I’ve read Irene Spencer’s harrowing account of her life as a polygamist’s wife in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s, “Shattered Dreams: My Life as a Polygamist’s Wife.” I have several other fiction and non-fiction pieces to read or watch in my queue that I haven’t gotten to yet.
I have fake boobs. I got them three years ago. I love my girls. They are silicone and bring me to almost a C. Not va va voom but I sure am proportional now in all the right places. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I love how I look with them