Story time is over.

So far on this blog, I’ve been sharing my experiences with polyamory and what that journey has been like for me, going from a happily monogamous marriage to a polyamorous lifestyle. But now, I’ve found my Romeo and things are very much settled for me. I have him, my one boyfriend, and no other romantic… Continue reading Story time is over.

This is the story of how I discovered that sexual compatibility is a real thing.

For readers who may not know this, I grew up in the American Evangelical Church, and continued to embrace it as an adult until recently. The AEC is a term commonly used for the most dominant form of “Christianity” within the United States of America. It has a culture all its own, and a big… Continue reading This is the story of how I discovered that sexual compatibility is a real thing.

This is the story of UGGHHHH.

What is my life now? The short answer is, I feel like I’m living for the times I can be with Romeo. What about the times in between? I’m existing. Just existing. Maintaining things—my life, my family, my house, my responsibilities. Of course, I need this time without Romeo to maintain things. Or at least… Continue reading This is the story of UGGHHHH.

This is the story of how I realized I was poly-saturated, and what I did about it.

After meeting Romeo and Calvin, I found myself with two boyfriends and a number of FWBs. This was not my original plan.  When I started my poly journey, I was looking for one secondary partner. I wanted to have fun along the way, yes! But my ultimate goal was to find the one, or as… Continue reading This is the story of how I realized I was poly-saturated, and what I did about it.

This is the story of how I found out just how little will-power I have.

My last first date (at least, as far as I have planned for the foreseeable future) was with a guy I’m calling Alec. By the time I planned a date with him, I was quickly approaching poly-saturation. Then, within the few days between making plans and actually doing them, I reached that point. I’d already… Continue reading This is the story of how I found out just how little will-power I have.