The Confessional

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ICT: I ate the last package of edamame today. It wasn't mine, but to be fair, the owner had forgotten about it. *bows head in shame*
 
ICT I just realized that there will be no legalities between my partners and I, and there can never be, and it made me really sad. I wish the slippery slope argument was real. It's real and possible and viable to love more than one person at a time. I do it everyday.
 
Change is never easy, Miss. But those of us who know and believe in the vast variety of forms love come in are fighting. And we won't stop. Don't give up hope.

Blows a gentle kiss.
 
Someday.
Maybe not tomorrow.
Maybe not in our lifetimes.
But someday, there will be.
Because we grow as a people.
There are those who will always fear change.
Who will DEMAND that it is only their way and that everyone else must 'behave'.
But they lose.
They always lose.
Because fear stems from weakness.
Not strength.
WE are strong.

And there are days for which I don't want to fight that fight. It's exhausting. The constant barrage of questions, and looks and the "is it only about the sex?"
I'm sorry that's none of your business.
But between you and me, the sex is amazing.
Like we've done something wrong, like marrying two people is the hardest, the hardest thing I've ever done to my mom who has spent hours screeching and pleading in my ear from 1200 miles away.
Why?
This was his idea wasn't it?
He wants something on the side.
Don't call her that. She's my girlfriend too. We have a relationship too. She's my right hand girl that pushes and resists and whispers loving words when I'm afraid to confront those people who stare askance at me.
It's so wonderful, amazing, freeing to be with more than one person.
It's fucking scary when you decide to commit to at least two of them, and the world acts as if you're content to watch it burn to the ground.
One man one woman.
But why?
One man one woman.
Explain to me how we were created, intended, decided upon, and given up for an unhappy institution that ignores our ability to create love with love.
One man. One woman.
I suck at that. That's hard, I want to yell it from the rooftops.
It's easy for me to kiss her and love him, for me to whisper naughty things to one lover while holding another, to want multiple loves who in each of their unique, wonderful, hold onto Vivi because it's always going to be a ride anyway, adore me, love me, and I give them my heart, all of it. Not just pieces.. because they give me theirs and there is so much love to spread around.
I'm so fortunate, I tell my mom.
She doesn't listen.
Wondering still if I'm sleeping with other people while engaged to two.
I am.
But that's not her business.
Oh the jealousy! The world expounds! The jealousy will render you inert, unable to function, singing songs with twang while you cry into your beer.
I could.
If I listened to my jealousy.
If I let it own me.
If I wasn't an adult.
If I didn't have the courage to tell those I adore, I'm feeling insecure. Hold me until it passes?
And then it does. And it's over.
I am so proud of you, shriek my friends.
Doing this thing!
Leading the charge!
Showing people that you can love two people and it's a good and okay thing.
Go Poly! Or go home!
No.
No.
I am leading no charge. I am waving no flag.
I am living my existence with two people whom I love. With other lovers who get me. And I wish, wish, wish that that meant I could have the same protections as most everyone else gets when they say, I do.







That came from somewhere. And I don't know where. But thank you love.
 
I have been driven speechless by your words, Miss Vivi. They are powerful, true, honest. And it's because of people like you that I wouldn't stop fighting, even when there are days I feel like I shouldn't have to. You are beautiful. In every way. I wish there were words I could say that would comfort you, but you don't know me well and the words won't come. So instead, I will offer to listen when ever you need am outlet and hope that your day brightens a bit.
 
I have been driven speechless by your words, Miss Vivi. They are powerful, true, honest. And it's because of people like you that I wouldn't stop fighting, even when there are days I feel like I shouldn't have to. You are beautiful. In every way. I wish there were words I could say that would comfort you, but you don't know me well and the words won't come. So instead, I will offer to listen when ever you need am outlet and hope that your day brightens a bit.

Merci Tigress.
Thank you.

I am fine, I promise you. Moments of frustration like this darken my days only slightly. For how can I be totally sad when I'm enveloped in love?

It's corny. But true.
And thank you for lending your voice to the fray. We are always in need of awesome, amazing, totally intelligent and wonderful allies. Like you.
 
You, Miss, are vastly too kind. I consider poly a part of my community. I fight for sexual freedom as a whole.
 
ICT I would love to let my evil fucked up side out.

IACT: I may not act it but I do care....well a little bit anyway.

IFCT: I am losing control of my sensibility and I like what I think about doing.
 
And there are days for which I don't want to fight that fight. It's exhausting. The constant barrage of questions, and looks and the "is it only about the sex?"
I'm sorry that's none of your business.
But between you and me, the sex is amazing.
Like we've done something wrong, like marrying two people is the hardest, the hardest thing I've ever done to my mom who has spent hours screeching and pleading in my ear from 1200 miles away.
Why?
This was his idea wasn't it?
He wants something on the side.
Don't call her that. She's my girlfriend too. We have a relationship too. She's my right hand girl that pushes and resists and whispers loving words when I'm afraid to confront those people who stare askance at me.
It's so wonderful, amazing, freeing to be with more than one person.
It's fucking scary when you decide to commit to at least two of them, and the world acts as if you're content to watch it burn to the ground.
One man one woman.
But why?
One man one woman.
Explain to me how we were created, intended, decided upon, and given up for an unhappy institution that ignores our ability to create love with love.
One man. One woman.
I suck at that. That's hard, I want to yell it from the rooftops.
It's easy for me to kiss her and love him, for me to whisper naughty things to one lover while holding another, to want multiple loves who in each of their unique, wonderful, hold onto Vivi because it's always going to be a ride anyway, adore me, love me, and I give them my heart, all of it. Not just pieces.. because they give me theirs and there is so much love to spread around.
I'm so fortunate, I tell my mom.
She doesn't listen.
Wondering still if I'm sleeping with other people while engaged to two.
I am.
But that's not her business.
Oh the jealousy! The world expounds! The jealousy will render you inert, unable to function, singing songs with twang while you cry into your beer.
I could.
If I listened to my jealousy.
If I let it own me.
If I wasn't an adult.
If I didn't have the courage to tell those I adore, I'm feeling insecure. Hold me until it passes?
And then it does. And it's over.
I am so proud of you, shriek my friends.
Doing this thing!
Leading the charge!
Showing people that you can love two people and it's a good and okay thing.
Go Poly! Or go home!
No.
No.
I am leading no charge. I am waving no flag.
I am living my existence with two people whom I love. With other lovers who get me. And I wish, wish, wish that that meant I could have the same protections as most everyone else gets when they say, I do.







That came from somewhere. And I don't know where. But thank you love.

For some reason, I've only found this just now.

But it bears repeating, and reposting.

You have allies everywhere, V. Even in the most unlikely of places, and in the most unlikely of persons.

Ultimately, freedom will win out over bigotry and small-mindedness, and the people standing out on the corner shouting about "one man, one woman" will look as small minded to future generations as the people shouting about "segregation now, segregation forever" look to us, now.

We will win.
 
For some reason, I've only found this just now.

But it bears repeating, and reposting.

You have allies everywhere, V. Even in the most unlikely of places, and in the most unlikely of persons.

Ultimately, freedom will win out over bigotry and small-mindedness, and the people standing out on the corner shouting about "one man, one woman" will look as small minded to future generations as the people shouting about "segregation now, segregation forever" look to us, now.

We will win.

Thank you, Monsieur. As always, your words lend a quiet support that I adore.
 
Thinks none of these things are negative...and support can be found if its needed
 
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