Thursday, November 3, 2011

In Which Carnita Writes a Letter to Dan Savage

I wrote this letter to my hero today. We'll see if he answers!

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Dear Dan,

I'm a polyamorous heteroflexible woman in my mid-twenties, and I've been with one particular male partner for a few months. The sex is AMAZING, and trust and vulnerability come easy between us. Nothing is off limits, and every sort of sexual adventure that might strike our fancy seems possible. However, neither of us is very experienced with some of the kink that we're interested in exploring together, so we're on a steep learning curve. 

There's one thing in particular that I want your advice about. My honey has been feeling a strong desire for some gender play lately (and he works for himself, so he can pursue this desire to his heart's content). Not only does he want to transition into a more feminine role--dressing in women's clothes, adopting more feminine mannerisms, etc.--but we also want to figure out ways to incorporate his new gender expression into our sex life. I am so excited that he wants to explore this new avenue with me, and I am enthusiastic about doing whatever I can to make his fantasies come true. I want to treat him like a lady! He has mentioned being taken out on the town in drag and playing with clothes and cosmetics together, all of which sounds like lots of fun, but how about the more erotic side of things? I don't even know where to start! I've always been pretty sexually submissive and feminine, I'm petite and delicate while he is tall and muscular, and I have never even thought about how I could play up my masculine side in a sexual dynamic. But if I had a way to conceptualize my approach, I know I could immerse myself in the experience and have a great time with it. The tips I've read on a few BDSM info sites seem a little corny and don't exactly fit my sense of aesthetics. So, do you have any tips or tricks to offer about how I can masculinize myself in erotic situations and/or make him feel more feminine? Can you recommend some good resources for queer-positive erotic lit that could feed my imagination? 

Thanks Dan! I read your column religiously, and I have been saving my first letter to you for something that felt really important and interesting. I hope you have time to respond. Feel free to edit/condense.

His Gender Liberation Playmate

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

In Which Carnita's Crazy Day Improves

Apparently I need this blog very much as a space to record a lot of intense processing lately. I am glad I have an outlet.

So I called Peter, and of course everything got much better with a little of his stillness and compassion. Wonderful, wonderful person. Most of what I want to get down (hopefully quickly...I've been so long-winded today) is just a few of the highlights of the conversation I had with him.

First off, through a back-and-forth sort of thing in which we were comparing notes about our relationship experiences of the last few days, I arrived at a revelation about how to approach the process of creating healthier boundaries for myself to avoid situations where unhealthy friendships end up taking up too much of my energy and getting their poison too close to me. If you read my post from earlier today about Jamie, it should be obvious what I'm mainly referring to. So the method I'd like to experiment with is sortof a benchmark test, and here's how it goes: If I am wondering whether a person is worth an investment of my time and energy, I want to think about and/or test whether he or she can handle conflict without flying off the handle.

Indicators of poor conflict resolution skills might include: a tendency to overreact to perceived judgments (even ones delivered lovingly); an inability to own their emotions DURING the conflict itself (and not just afterwards as damage control); an unwillingness to accept conflict, unpleasant emotions, and intense communication as natural and healthy parts of a loving relationship; a tendency to hold back feelings, opinions, and judgments until the pressure builds to such a high level that the only responses they can fathom are angry, vicious, hurtful explosions of shaming and blaming; or the general inability to hold space for emotional expression with courage and fortitude. That was a rambling list with a lot of overlap, but like I said, I'm trying to get it down quickly so I can go to bed.

The basic point, though, is that I need to develop some ways to fine-tune my boundary-drawing mechanisms and be a bit more reflective and self-caring when it comes to choosing who I will spend energy on. Peter made the excellent point that this is a necessary aspect of honoring ourselves as precious creatures whose time and effort is valuable. I have been much too floppy and permissive about letting other people draw boundaries because it is easier for me to adjust, it seems, than for others to adjust to my preferences.

The scarcity mentality I've been operating in has replicated this belief in my mind for a long time, and has become self-fulfilling in ways that I don't like at all now that I am aware of it. So, time for a change. I'm not going to start manifesting healthier relationships in my life while I'm obsessing over the impossibility of finding them in this fucked up world. While the world gives us plenty of evidence to go on that it is basically awful and people are small and cruel, there is also plenty of evidence to the contrary. The latter is what I'm going to interest myself in.

The other super interesting part of the conversation came when Peter shared with me that one of the most significant things that has happened for him in the last few days is a sudden and overwhelmingly compelling reconnection with his feminine side. He's been dressing in women's clothes and toying with the idea of transitioning in a more intentional and longer-term way to a femme sort of role. He was so cute about it. At one point he sighed loudly and said, exasperated, "I just can't keep wearing all these frumpy men's clothes!" I giggled. He said that being able to wrap himself in woman things felt like an immense release in a way that it never has before. I was totally excited for him, and I said that I would like for him to tell me if there is any way I can assist, i.e. with his wardrobe, or by helping him wax hair off, or...you know...with sex.

Oh, reader. He perked right up at this. We spent the next hour talking about fantasy scenarios of his and how we could make them happen. He asked if I would take him out while he wears full drag and play wing to him as he embodies woman-ness for the evening. Hell yes I will, and would you like me to queer it up as a boy, Peter? Yes, in fact, he would like that. And, reader, will I enjoy removing his leather miniskirt and bra later that evening? Indeed, I will. Mrrrrrow. We gave each other homework to do more reading about dominance play and do a lot of thinking and dreaming about possibilities. Even though we are both very new to the practice of role play and other kinky doings (and we know first-hand that many of our initial experiments may be quite awkward), we are both totally game. We were thoroughly excited by the time we hung up. Yay!

I am exhausted from making out until 2:00 am and holding back tears all day. Time to sleep. Goodnight, lovelies!

Amazing Article About Jealousy!

This popped up on /r/polyamory today, and I was so happy to see all this information articulated so thoroughly. I'd love to own one of Ms. Anapol's books. Here is the link to the article: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/love-without-limits/201111/polyamory-without-tears

In Which Carnita Has More Vehicular Fun With Colin and Somehow Incurs an Old Friend's Wrath

Happy bits first: Last night I stayed up much too late talking to and making out with Colin. I'm a happy, sleepy girl...again. Ha. I'm still feeling reserved about how far things should go and when, but I was reassured by the ease with which he could be convinced to tell me his life story without holding back. He doesn't exactly have much blindingly brilliant insight about how his upbringing affected his development--it's a pretty atypical story, and I was totally enraptured as he told it--but he certainly understands more about himself than I had originally assumed, and he seems to want to try to be as honest and straightforward as possible. He told me that his girlfriend is moving here within a few months, that they have a sortof "don't ask don't tell" policy regarding their sexual choices while they're apart (which creeps me out a bit), and that he is a former addict. None of these are pretty realities, but I am relieved to hear the truth. I think that I can relax a little bit about the implications of getting involved with him as long as I keep my wits about me.

So, on to the sexy stuff. I am totally excited about the first time we get to be naked in a private place together. His intimate personality is a completely different sort from Peter's. (Of course, so far I love them both!) On the one hand, Peter's movements tend to be firm, intentional, and often very slow and sensual. He has a dynamic range of intensity levels, and he switches between them smoothly and frequently. He's confident and uninhibited and knows what he is doing. He vocalizes freely and loudly from deep in his belly. He flows. This is all way hot.

On the other hand, Colin is sortof explosively energetic, moving in the tense, frenetic way of an impossibly excited pit bull puppy...which is also totally hot, despite how weird the comparison may sound! I'm always having to ask him to put brakes on his intensity, and he'll be able to manage it for a minute or less before he's frantically licking and tugging and nibbling at me again, panting and moaning, exploring every inch of my still-clothed body. He seems to come from everywhere at once. When I have my eyes closed, it feels like he has more than two hands because of the way they flutter all over me. He makes these desperate, pleading sorts of sounds in his throat every time he touches me somewhere new, notices a new curve, or bends his head to offer more of his neck or ear to my searching mouth. His every muscle seems to beg for release. He was actually visibly trembling with desire for much of the time leading up to the moment when I finally got him off. There's something incredibly sweet about the ardent, teeth-gritting need in a really young guy's lust. I think I could make a delightful game of trying to blow his mind in more and more dramatic ways each time we tangle. I think, for instance, that I may eventually ask him if he would allow me to tie him up...yum. His head might explode.

Yeah, that brings up a good point about what's so interesting and unique about the dynamic with him: he brings out my long-dormant domme side. I like the idea of cultivating a little bit of a counterpoise to my usual role (which I've heard described as "pushy sub") and broadening my range of sexual expression a bit.

Anyhow, I hope it works out, but if it doesn't, I won't be too crushed. Unfortunately, I suspect that my happy Colin story and my unpleasant Jamie story may have something to do with each other...

(Interjection: Lachlan just walked in again and sat down to chat for long enough to insert himself into my thoughts. *Sigh* If he had taken the offer of my love, there might be very little for me to write about here, reader. He's still my white buffalo, the one that got away.)

** (See edit below)  I'll start with a bit of backstory about the latest drama that has little to do with me and yet affects me. So there's this girl Jamie, right? I've known her almost since I've lived here. We worked together at a little specialty foods market, where she was one of my managers, during a few of the years I was in college. At first we were really tight, but our friendship's history since she broke up with this abusive man she was with for some years is splotchy and blemished. You would think that things would improve once the friend leaves the nasty relationship, and I suppose that in the most important ways they have--i.e. she's not getting beat up and talked down to every day--but since then we've had all sorts of tension.

There are the two patterns that my long silences with Jamie tend to follow (both incredibly similar, actually, to the patterns I have with my oldest friend from high school, Jess, whom I mentioned a few posts back):

1.) She flies into a rage over something relatively small, says a bunch of awful things that she can never take back about what said event indicates about my character--usually something to the effect of how arrogant and sanctimonious I am--and tells me to go fuck myself. I am totally baffled, but I give her the space she's clearly asking for. Eventually she comes around, apologizes, and wants to be friends again. Since I have no pride and I get very bored and/or uncomfortable with unresolved conflict, I'm generally happy to let her back into my life, and we resume hanging out. If we include the present situation, she has done this three or four times in the almost eight years that we've known one another.

(Side note: I'm seriously considering whether this laissez-faire strategy has been working for me as well as I think it has. I've tended to think of my easy forgiveness thing as successful because I generally get to keep all of my friends. However, it may be worth considering that sometimes one should hold a boundary and be more discriminate about how often repeat offenders are let back into the perimeter. Yeah. I really need to think seriously about that issue. Anyway, back to the reasons why Jamie and I "break up" for periods of time...)

or 2.) I get tired of/disgusted with/disturbed by her frequent drunken misbehavior and withdraw from her, with varying degrees of explicitness about the boundary. This is what had happened the last time we didn't talk, and it was probably the longest silence we'd ever had. I think that she had just done her thing from #1, but we had drifted back together without processing much of what had happened at all. Then I realized that not only was she still holding on to lots and lots of animosity towards me, but she also had started to really bore me with how dull and obnoxious she became when she drank, which was pretty much all the time. These were reason enough for me to tell her, in perhaps less-than-polite terms, to leave me alone and stop "feigning closeness" (my exact words, I believe).

Recently, yet again, we had a quiet reconciliation in which we simply drifted back into the habit of hanging out a bit without any direct conversation about what had happened. One other tiny bit of backstory is that around this time Jamie told me that she had made out with Colin once. She said she had tried to sleep with him, but it didn't happen because he was too "emotionally unavailable." My translation of that is: "not attracted to you, Jamie." I thought that immediately because I know a few things about her--she's tried to jump on me when she was shitty drunk more than once before--and Colin sheepishly confirmed that whatever story he told her about the girlfriend back home was basically his way of letting her down easy. He feels terrible about ever hooking up with her at all, but he feels (probably very wisely) that as the new guy in town, he must be very careful about alienating anyone. He ain't dumb, ladies and gentlemen.

This brings us to the most recent shit show, which has me considering drawing a very strong and durable boundary with Jamie. The only obstacle that might make me consider forgiving and moving on as pals after this is the fact of how incredibly inconvenient it is to have enemies in such a small town where everyone I know hangs out at a small number of places and can't avoid seeing each other. Otherwise, fuck this shit. Anyway...

So I logged in to facebook when I got home after dropping Colin off last night to check the event page for Peter's workshop, and what I saw was appalling. The first thing was a late-night post from Jamie in which I had been tagged (first and last name with a link to my profile!) and which read, "Intimacy is not for tourists of the heart, Carnita." She had unfriended me, as well. Then, the worst thing: I went to the event page for Peter's workshop, and there was a post from her that said something like, "Paying to participate in an orgy is just beyond me." She had commented on her own post a couple of times, but I forget exactly what they said. I do remember that they contained suggestions that participants must be prostitutes or something. Fortunate that I was able to shame her into taking them down, but not before lots of people saw it, I'm sure.

So, the damage can't be undone, I'm totally humiliated that one of MY friends was responsible for such a crude remark on Peter's main advertisement for an event he's been looking forward to and planning for months, and I have no idea where this came from. I can't help but think that she is upset that I have been getting it on with Colin...but I have no idea how she would have found out. Anyway, silly drama bullshit aside, there is probably an important question in all this: should I be more vigilant about protecting my energy from hostile people? This is the main thing I'm struggling to answer for myself right now.

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After I finished this post, I received this message from Jamie:

I realize I acted like a middle schooler. That was stupid and childish of me, I've deleted my posts, yet somehow I'm not sorry. It was just odd because I had been thinking alot about sex and intimacy since our last conversation, then I started having people ask me if I had gotten the invite to your orgy...Yeah, its not an orgy but some people have been thinking that.

I don't really care to enlighten you on my feelings right now. We're on completely different learning curves, and I feel no need regress. Have fun on your path. I'm going to stick to mine.



I responded with this:

It's not an orgy--it's actually a no-touch event that has almost nothing to do with sex except in that sex has to do with everything, which you might understandably not pick up on from the facebook invite--but I don't particularly care what anyone thinks, obviously. 

It was nice having another brief tour of friendship with you, and I'm sad that it has to end in such a hostile and ugly way. I don't recall doing anything to harm you, but I suppose you're as entitled as anyone else to do as much smearing as you wish. I expect it from acquaintances and suchlike. However, huddled with the herd and pointing and laughing from the corner just isn't where I imagined you, old friend, would end up in relation to me.



I am absolutely baffled and hurt. I want to go home and cry very badly, but I have at least two and a half more hours of work to go. I don't know whom to talk to. It seems like Peter is the wrong person. I'm freaking out.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

In Which Peter Makes a Surprise Visit and Wows Our Protagonist With Tantra

Wow, Carnal Porridge is suddenly getting more traffic than ever! Thanks to all the people who have come over to check me out from /r/sexpositive and /r/polyamory. I hope you might subscribe and keep checking up on my doings. Please remember that I want you to link me to your blogs, too--especially the sexy/poly/relationship-oriented ones. Love to all the Redditors!

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I'll have to devote less time and space to Peter than he deserves because I have to get around to some other news and I have to leave my post in a few minutes.

Alright, here's the skinny on the fat and marrow and gritty organ meat of my life at the moment: Friday night, Val accompanied me to Peter's introductory presentation at a new alternative healing arts school that is opening in the area. The point was basically to entice interested attendees to enroll in his first workshop series on cultivating intimacy and vulnerability. (Note: I was giggling every time I said things like this a few weeks ago, but now I'm just sincerely supportive of and enthused about the idea of Peter bringing his gifts to the rest of the world. Lawd knows he brings them to me in an amazing friendship and fucking incredible sex.) We had a great time participating in all the little presentations, including short introductions to Qi Gong movement and Tantric breathing. Val and I drank foul-tasting herbal witches' brews and stirred our energy around in circles with the rest of the hippies, somehow suppressing our giggles by squeezing each other's hands as we shot sidelong glances at each other.

Once it got around to Peter's presentation, though, we were absolutely un-ironically impressed. I wish I felt comfortable linking to his blog, where you can find a transcript of part of his speech...but alas, it would compromise my anonymity. Sadface.

We left about halfway through the schedule of presenters, and I was a little disappointed that it seemed like Peter wasn't planning to stay the night with me and that he had been totally distracted (understandably) for the few moments we had spent together after two weeks' absence. I had felt so much love and appreciation for him as I watched him sitting so still and erect and dignified in his vulnerability up on the little improvised stage, building the mah'fuckin' intimacy revolution before my very eyes. I was pining for him by Saturday--a situation that was not helped by the nearness of my period and the consequent intense sex-starvation I was experiencing--but I played it cool. I didn't call, I just sent an encouraging e-mail to let him know how much we had enjoyed his presentation.

But then, to my surprise, he called me on Sunday. I was ecstatic to hear from him, but I tried to play it cool then too. He had some pretty specific business to discuss with me, the most important of which was a situation in another of his relationships that was confusing him and about which he was requesting a little perspective. I felt so honored that he would come to me with his problems like that, that he would think of me as someone to trust with such personal information. What a darling. Anyway, we talked for over an hour, and I mostly listened, but I offered a few points. He seemed to feel much better about the situation after talking about it, and I was all warm around the heartspace as we hung up.

And then more surprises! I got a phone call from him a few hours later asking if he could come stay for the night if he could find a car to rent from someone at the commune. "OF COURSE YOU CAN, SILLY." And so he showed up, I made a light but delicious dinner, and we eagerly retired to the bedroom.

Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. I feel like I need a whole separate post dedicated to that beautiful, sensual, hot hot hot tumble. Afterwards, he led me in a Tantric breathing exercise. This was my first experience with such things, and I was very impressed by the potent energetic synching effect of one part in particular: sitting in a sortof mirrored swirling shape, face-to-face with our hips very close, we breathed into and out of each other. As he exhaled, I inhaled straight from his mouth and vice versa. I felt  so ineradicably connected to him right then, like we were two halves of one pair of organs, or two stars pulsing and orbiting one another in tandem. Finally, we went to sleep, but I woke up again around five in the morning feeling tortuously hungry for him. We fucked again, and I fell back to sleep for an hour before I had to rise for work and leave him sleeping in my bed. It was one of the sweetest nights in my recent memory. My roommates were, by the way, very sweet not to complain about our noise...

When I got home from work later on Monday, there was a note taped to my headboard: "Thank you for a lovely evening. I feel rejuvenated and thoroughly fucked." I'm on the edge of my seat until we meet again. Unfortunately, I'll probably still be bleeding, and I'm not sure how I'll feel about bloody sex in the cold. (One major discomfort factor is enough!) Something tells me he might be able to persuade me out of my shyness, though. He'd touch me once and I'd melt and all my squeamishness would disappear....

Side note: Looking back a few weeks to my first post about Peter, I find this little assertion of mine rather hilarious now: "So yeah, the extreme limitations of our similarities makes us incompatible as anything other than fond and respectful, but occasional, lovers." Ha! I amaze myself with the shit I can assume sometimes.

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Other slutty updates:

Colin texted today and wants to hang out this afternoon. I think I want to keep things from getting heavily sexual with him until I have a better idea how much chaotic energy to expect there. He's definitely a bit of a mess, but damn is he hot. I just need to be careful with his heart and with my boundaries.

I've talked to Dante a lot in the last couple of weeks--not sure where the sudden inspiration originated, except that I now have Skype because CARNITA HAS A NEW COMPUTER!!! Ahem. Anyway, I've gotten to the point of feeling pretty sad that we'll probably never have much of a chance to explore what could happen between us if we lived closer. He is so very desirable and we do connect so very well, but alas, it isn't meant to be. Talking to him definitely triggers the sadness. I wonder if it would be best for me to try to withdraw a bit, stop lobbying him to come visit me, and just move on. It doesn't feel quite like the thing Carnita would do, but I'm in the mood to try approaching things in new ways. *Sigh* I should probably call Peter and talk to him about it. He is great for these sorts of things.

My apprenticeship with Gwen is fucking rad. I'm enjoying learning a new craft. I also feel blessed to have her in my life and so close, despite our profound differences. For instance, she's not a very verbal person. Through our friendship, I'm learning how to communicate with someone who is no master wordsmith at the same time as I am learning to work metal into beautiful, wearable objects.

Gina (the second person Simon and I had sex with together) is back in town. We've hung out, but there's never been much special going on between us. I'm a little spoiled by the ease of connection with Val and my intense interest in understanding Gwen at this point to care about putting my neck out too far to impress another woman. Besides, she actually said out loud that she hated dogs. Weird, huh?

Val and I ran into Simon at a bar a few nights ago, and the entire experience was much more unpleasant than I would have expected it could be. I guess plenty of people experience much worse things after their breakups, but I wasn't expecting ours to turn so sour after we made so much big talk about having a peaceful parting. I can't really blame him for realizing somewhat late that he is actually still angry, but he was acting like a vindictive, nasty child in passive aggressive retaliation mode.

Fortunately for my self-esteem, I did not bite back, but instead made a graceful pretense of ignoring all his (astoundingly unintelligent) little jabs, even going so far as to be very nice and welcoming to his (also astoundingly unintelligent) new girlfriend. This was much harder for Val, reader, than it was for me. After half an hour of trying to talk to Simon while this girl basically nibbled and sucked on his neck CONSTANTLY, mid-conversation, even as we were standing three feet away (SERIOUSLY, WTF?!), Valerie was about to blow her top off. I was in Zen mode, so I wasn't quite so affected, but every time I think about the tackiness of the whole scene and the stupidity of almost every remark that escaped her little gap-toothed mouth, I shudder a little bit.

I have reached the point at which I have no idea how I could have possibly believed that he was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I feel like I don't even know him now. I still experience such profound relief that every time I come into my house and can go into my bedroom, where I find everything exactly where I left it, and be alone. The novelty has not worn off of how happy I am to be free of what felt, for months, like a sludge I was wading through every time I was around him. I know that eventually, I will be able to return to seeing him the way I did when I loved him, but for a good while yet, I'm sure I will still be reeling at the thought that I married such a person. There is just nothing left between us, it seems, and after so little time! It goes against all reason.

Today, I saw Lachlan at the coffee shop near his studio. No big surprise, but it makes me a little sad. I'm recovering slowly, especially because Peter's presence in my life proves absolutely wrong the belief I couldn't seem to shake a few months ago: that I would never find someone as honest and respectable and sexually desirable as Lachlan. Peter is all of the above. So, the sting of my grief over losing that particular chance at love is subsiding, but I can tell it is here to stay for a while, and will come up from time to time no matter what else is going on. I'm okay with that, because even sad feelings that are real feelings are better than no real feelings.

I am excited about Peter's workshop next week. I'm cheering for him so hard in my slutty little heart. That boy is on his way to fulfilling his bright...um...whatever the atheist equivalent of "destiny" or "purpose" is. More immediately, I'm curious about what sort of mischief I can get into with Colin in a couple of hours. Signing off now.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

In Which Carnita Responds to a Questionnaire About Polyamory for a Fellow Redditor's Research Paper

What does it mean to be Polyamorous? (What does it mean for you?)

Polyamory is more than just a choice made out of desperation for me; it actually represents a lot about how I view the world in a more general way. I chose it quite intentionally after much consideration over many years, both because it seemed to reflect the way I experience love better than monogamy (and all the cultural constructs that surround more standard relationship dynamics) and, perhaps even more importantly, because it gives me a chance to be the change that I want to see in the world, as the famous saying goes. Here's the gist of the philosophy I ascribe to that informs my choice to self-identify as polyamorous:

I believe that love, by its nature, is bountiful and abundant. The truest experience of loving resists the "banking" model, which relies on scarcity as its fundamental operating principle. While there may only be so many natural resources in the world, for example, that we can "use up," love is not an exhaustible resource. I, like many other poly people, actually regularly experience the way loving creates more available energy for guess what? More love. And if love (and all the ways of expressing it) can multiply in this way, then we can save the fucking world and transcend a lot of this bullshit we bring upon ourselves. Polyamory is only on way that I strive to enact this principle in my day-to-day life.

Love is not jealous, and love does not seek to possess its object. We may experience jealousy over people whom we love, but we must never mistake this for love itself, just as we should never interpret homicidal rage as its own justification for killing. Jealousy is a base emotion that we would do best to work on eliminating if we want to achieve true emotional maturity and the ability to transcend the fears and insecurities and power-mongering behaviors that rule so many aspects of our interactions with one another.

People need all kinds of things from their human interactions. (Well, at least some of us do!) We are more free to individuate as humans and become more fully ourselves when we are not expected to fulfill all of any one person's interpersonal needs. Likewise, when we do not allow anyone else to force us to fulfill all of his/her/zir needs, we are liberated from the narrowing influence that so many monogamous relationships enforce upon their participants. Thus, in an ideal polyamorous world, we could all flourish and grow and change as our spirits dictate while also getting our needs for intimacy and community met.

And finally, I believe that the basic purpose of life is fulfillment and pleasure. Just take one look at most American marriages and you can probably see why I think that anything, dear god anything, other than that particular misery seems like a better way to achieve the purpose of life. So why not set to work with the infinitely creative task of figuring out, more precisely, how to love well outside that tired old framework? I guarantee that my love life feels much more like play than most people's, and even the work that I get done within my relationships is more creative and fulfilling. I look around me and see so many sad, broken people trying to validate their lives through life-long monogamous partnerships that eventually become more about difficulty and resentment than about love. I just want to shake them and scream, "There is another way! All that misery is a trick! This is not 'the way things are' unless you want it to be so!"

How old were you when you made the decision to become Polyamorous?

I had been toying with the idea since very early in my sexual development, and I had several failed trials in my twenties, but I finally committed to it when I was 26. It has been about a year now.

How is a Polyamorous relationship different than an open relationship?

This seems like a purely semantic distinction to me most of the time, but the basic difference in whether people choose to identify one way or the other seems to lie in how seriously they take it. As you can tell, I take my polyamorous self-identity fairly seriously. I am rigorous about living by a certain set of principles that guide all of my interactions with others. People who call their relationships simply "open," however, seem to think of it as more of an anomaly, or unrelated to their core beliefs. Perhaps they are simply more casual about it.

It seems to me that at any time, someone in a so-called open relationship can flee the scene and go back to monogamy. I do not see this as an option for myself, nor do I want it to be. Some people who call themselves polyamorous, however, would argue that it is only possible to be poly if one is in a serious primary partnership. By these people's definition, I would not even qualify to call myself poly because I am currently a single person with several intimate friends. Obviously, I disagree with these people.

So, as you can see, there is a lot of fuzziness surrounding these definitions, and in some ways, I believe that this uncertainty is appropriate because language is a slippery rascal.

What new insights have you gained becoming Polyamorous?
See question 1.

Why was polyamory a good thing for you?

See question 1. Basically, it makes more sense to me because I (usually) get all the intimacy I need in a setup that feels beautifully anti-authoritarian and highly evolved. The aesthetics of a life without chains appeals much more to my taste than that of a life characterized by other ideals like "duty" or "self-sacrifice."

What were your initial thoughts of being Polyamorous, before you became Polyamorous?

I had a lot of confused thoughts about it, but these were mostly attributable to the fact that I was not yet ready to fully say "fuck you" to a lot of the nasty voices in my head that try to enforce my culture's value system on me. These are the same voices that say things like, "You aren't a valid woman unless you can find a man to complete you! You aren't attractive/skinny/interesting/creative enough! You're weird and unnatural for not wanting children! You'll never be truly successful until you can buy a lot of stuff!" And so on. Once I realized how much of my life was controlled by all these messages, I felt I had no choice but to slice the little demons to bits and start over. Polyamory was one of the things that I discovered soon afterwards as a way to express my resistance.

I hung on for a long time, though, trying to convince myself that there must be a Very Good Reason why most people believe what they believe about love and relationships, but the longer this went on, the more I had to acknowledge how false it felt. I had to finally recognize something to the effect of that old cliché: just because everyone else is jumping off a certain bridge doesn't mean that I should. And in fact, my conscience would not let me do so. I don't know who or what I have to thank for the strength of that conscience, but I am grateful.

After becoming PA, Did you tell your parents?

I have told my mother, and she is still very uncomfortable with it, but the conversation is starting to open up. I don't think I need to bother trying to explain it to my father yet; I love him and want to share my life with him, but he is a very simple and throughly brainwashed guy. Eventually, I may feel like I need to tell him.

If yes, what were their reactions and how did they feel about this?

See above.

How do you feel society views Polyamorous people?

I may have a distorted view in some ways because 1.) I live in a town where there are plenty of weirdos, and 2.) I have a strong and confident personality, and people with less solid opinions don't tend to argue with me. I have actually had many people become very interested in finding out more when I've told them I was poly, and several couples I've spoken to about my lovestyle have ended up making the transition themselves.

Nevertheless, we are a poorly understood and feared sexual minority. I think that many people view us as deluded idealists who just want a way to justify our inability to fit in and/or our addiction to sex. I don't feel at all threatened by that analysis, but I realize that people's assumptions can and probably will affect my life negatively. I am sure, for instance, that if too many of the wrong people around my workplace found out about me, I could easily lose my job. (I am a community college teacher.) No such thing would happen to someone who is openly gay, for instance. I doubt it would even happen to someone who was discovered in a cheating-type affair with a student.

Is the community bigger than one might think?

Yes, perhaps, depending on what one thinks. There are also plenty of people who may not yet know that they are on a path to eventually pursue polyamory...like, for instance, many of my lovers. =)

Have there been/have you noticed/ what are (if any) consequences of a Polyamorous relationship. In other words, do you feel you have sacrificed anything becoming Polyamorous?

I have given up the ability to use simple terms that people can easily compute to describe my relationships. I have given up a fundamental ability to "pass" as normal. Luckily, those were never things I was terribly interested in.

Another thing I've sacrificed is a wide dating pool. Most people aren't interested in getting very involved with someone who won't even feign the intent of promising them monogamy, and it is totally unethical for me to pretend that things are otherwise in order to snag a monogamous person I may be crushing on. So, I get rejected a lot, and I have to make the executive decision not to pursue others whom I know don't "get it," even if they are otherwise totally delicious and interesting. Fortunately, I am pretty skilled at coping with rejection in healthy ways.

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VS. Monogamy
Are there different focus areas of the relationship when being polyamorous?


Highly developed communication skills are absolutely vital for the success of poly relationships. These take a lot of practice to master. I am by no means at a place of mastery, and even if I were, the people I meet are all at different levels in their development of these skills. Effective communication requires a lot more than words and gestures; it also demands that we learn to understand our own emotions in ways that society does not teach us or even encourage us to.

We also have to maintain a willingness to make mistakes and forgive ourselves and one another for the inevitable occurrence of crossing each other's boundaries in ways that bring up uncomfortable feelings. After all, we are in uncharted territory and we're making it all up as we go along. Monogamous relationships, in my experience, tend to come along with ready-made scripts, but the parameters of poly relationships are always changing and adjusting to the needs of the people involved in them.

In terms of maintaining an intimate relationship with each other, how would you compare the intimacy of monogamy  vs the intimacy of polyamory?

Forced intimacy isn't as intimate. Therefore, the intimacy I've experienced in poly relationships, where choice and intention are paramount, has generally been of a much higher quality than most things I experienced in monogamous relationships. My connections to my partners have attained depths that were difficult to achieve when I felt the context of monogamous restriction rising up around me. My choice to be with whichever partner I am sharing my time and space with often feels more significant or meaningful these days, rather than some necessary "next step" in an inexorable process that is constantly striving towards pair-bonding.

Is there a “Standard” structure in polyamorous relationships (Primary and secondary partners?)

Hell no. "Standards" are the tools of the enemy, the status quo. The only standard any of us need to hold ourselves to is active care and compassion for ourselves and those we love, and we should love everyone.

As far as primary and secondary and tertiary and yadda yadda yadda goes, people can knock themselves out with naming things however they feel comfortable. They're just names. Relationships will always transcend whatever you decide to call them.

Concerning Existing Relationships
In your relationship who’s decision was it to become polyamorous? How did it come about, and what was your SO’s reactions?


This assumes that I have a "primary." I don't. I used to, and I initiated it then, but we are no longer together and I am still polyamorous.

At the time, my partner was confused and uncomfortable with the revelation that I am poly. We tried to make it work for a while, but it became clear that it was taking too much of the wrong kind of effort. He eventually realized that he wanted monogamy, so we split. I am happy that he figured out what he really wanted and realized that he wasn't going to get it with me. He was very brave to seize what he knew he needed. We are still friends.

How was the relationship after the transition? (How has it improved, or did it become more stressful… did you find a new attitude towards your partner?)

There were ways in which everything improved for me because I was finally living and loving in a way that made sense to me, but I mentioned the complications in the above question. Furthermore, we had been experiencing problems that were not solvable by any other means than going our separate ways. These problems were both related to and separate from our poly transition.

Are there any jealousy issues while a partner had spent time (sexually and emotionally) with his other partner?

I don't struggle with jealousy nearly as much as many other people seem to, especially when my partners are talented/skilled at the art of staying focused on the present moment (i.e. interacting with me) when we are together. I am very lucky to have one current lover who is a shining example of this characteristic. He has other partners as well as a busy, active life that keeps us from seeing each other very often, but when we are together, time seems to slow down for us. We have an incredible depth of connection despite its infrequency. I would find it very difficult to muster up anything like jealousy towards his other partners; I mostly feel very happy for them, as I feel for myself, for having the opportunity to share intimate space with this amazing person.

The only time I ever got jealous over my recent ex-(primary) partner was when our roommate took beautiful photos of him with his other partner. I was actually only jealous that our roommate had never been so inspired to capture us on film in this way. Nevertheless, after I got over my minor upset, I proudly hung the photos in our living room.

The only other times I can think of are very specific and isolated instances. A few months back, I had one partner whom I was falling pretty hard for, but he also turned out to be monogamous in the end. Basically, even though he had two women in his life whom he liked and who liked him (or in my case, loved him), liked one another, AND were perfectly happy to share him, he still decided to choose. I was not chosen.

I was only jealous for a minute. That feeling was quickly replaced by sadness and grief that was as simple and clear as with any other sort of loss. The bitter irony is that she didn't choose him back. Now I'm doubly sad for my loss and for his.

Once I almost got jealous at the idea of my roommates hooking up with one another, but I'm not even sexually involved with either one of them. I just had a childish thought that if they shared some secret love affair and both lied to me about it, I would feel very sad and left out.

Does any of that even count as jealousy? I'm not sure. I feel so disconnected from that emotion that I can hardly remember what it is like. I didn't act on any of these things, and in fact, I am very committed to the principle that I will never act on any jealous feelings beyond talking about them, and more generally, that I will never blame another person for the way that I feel.

What do you as couples do to find a happy medium for everybody involved?

Talk, talk, talk, and meet one another's other loves. Care for everyone. Don't neglect anyone. Pay attention. And SHOW UP!--physically, spiritually, mentally, emotionally.

What have you learned about yourself, and what internal conflicts have you (and your s/o) overcame (trust, jealousy, communication, honesty) as a result of being Polyamorous?

See all of above.

Are there rules or guidelines for being in Polyamorous relationship?

Yes, and guidelines are a better term. Any more detailed guidelines fit into a few general principles: Seek consent. Do what you say you will do. Tell the truth, and live the truth. Own your own emotions. Communicate frequently. Take care of yourself. Give a shit.

Do these rules get stressed, or is it a flexible lifestyle?

We're all making it up as we go. Some people really like rules. Rules make some people feel safe. Others don't need so much to feel safe. Everyone has to decide on their own with their partners.

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

In Which Carnita Attempts Writing Fiction for the First Time in Years

The Web

I have loved him hopelessly ever since the moment he said to me, I will only leave this place with you tonight if we are going to fuck.

I felt then one of the last weak twinges of indignation about the raw facts of sexual difference. Loving him has since cleansed me of it, blasted it right out of me. Before and right then and after then, every hard little truth he let fall onto my head, like a peach plopping thunk into a bushel basket, would make my neck stiffen slightly with the struggle to make the load balance, but each time it got easier and I would regain my composure and feel strong and beautiful in my ability to keep walking. Keep walking. Keep meeting his gaze with dignity and dogged love. And it was very heavy, and I loved him more every time.

I would sometimes imagine myself as a single point in a glistening web of women that waved all around him. Each delicate juncture of filament had a name, a fond memory or two, and a number of shining orgasmic non-moments attached to it.

I imagined that I could walk up and touch every one of them, each little point of convergence yielding to the gentle pressure of my outstretched finger, that I could see with blinding clarity the shape of the woman there. She was still somewhere, going about her business, firing her clay pots or bringing food to a customer's table or dreaming about wild horses. She was a part of many other webs, but I loved her because she shared this particular one with me. Coming to know each one of the women helped me understand my own place, or my relational value, which can only ever be defined by difference.

This is what it means to be a woman: to have an essence as light as an empty Dixie cup, without weight or mass, decipherable only by the shape of the spaces between us.

He had forgotten some of their names, their memories left behind in other cities and past lives, so I would try to read the rippling motions for a sign that would indicate what to call her. If I couldn't make anything out, if the years had made this particular she recede too far for his memory to catch again, I would make up a name for her.

I'd say, Tell me about her.

He would think for a minute, his forehead wrinkling with the effort, and come up with a picture in his head: She was tall and sortof gawky, with no extra flesh anywhere, pelvic bones and knees sticking out all over the place. Fucking her was like falling into a pile of raw lumber. She made sounds in her throat like a choking cat. Her cunt always smelled faintly of biscuits, which made me hungry.

She sounds like a Miranda...

And I would be overwhelmed with love for her. The next time we fucked, I would whisper, Miranda, Miranda, Miranda into the space above his head where I saw her, leaning and watching us blankly, her nakedness made up of all joints and concave angles. Each time I conjured one of them, she would appear closer to us, until I was able, in the last days of the relationship, to tangle my fingers up in her hair and look deeply into her eyes right at the moment when I came.

At the moments of orgasm, we all dissolved into each other, into him, and became the same empty, unwavering center-point.

Now that he is out of my reach, I find myself wishing that all men made it so easy. I wish that every one carried around them such a vivid projection of their histories of love that they had no choice in the matter, that it would be as obvious as their external genitalia, that all I had to do was flick a light switch and see every Janie, Cassandra, Erin, Layna, and Valerie standing right in front of me.

But men no longer understand how to carry themselves on the outside. It seems that most of them retreat inwards in search of a place that is supposed to be an empty womb but never will be. Men are, on the whole, quite lost inside their own bodies.

That is why I have not loved another man since him.