There’s nothing wrong with either of those things; it’s just wrong for me. In fact, one of the first friendships I had in college began when we found out that we both didn’t believe in monogamy.
We’d never heard the term “polyamory” but we’d come to the conclusion, at 18, that We were 18 and thought we were smart enough to justify our feelings with logic.
That’s what polyamory is to me: Giving myself and my partners the freedom to love other people.
He wakes before I do, and talks to me until I’m awake.
I’m getting dressed when my boyfriend, Johnny, comes home.
He looks a little harried but he gives me a quick kiss hello. “I wanted to change before my date, but I should be okay. We don’t really have another bar in our neighborhood. “I guess we’ll just sit in different parts of the bar.” We, as a society, don’t know how to be poly.
I had crashed and burned enough to know what I did and didn’t want.