Well ain’t this just a pretty little fucking pickle!
My anxiety was through the roof. I was falling for two women at the same time. Both of them knew about the other in the abstract, but of course had never met. Entirely unique and beautiful, each. My time with each of them was fulfilling and joyful (not to mention crazy hot in bed!!). What’s more, it wasn’t a situation of one making up where the other lacked. Both relationships were entirely complete and joyful. I was physically and emotionally attracted to both as they were to me. I cherished my time with each of them. Was I in a better position with Nadine after all? Was I screwing with their hearts?
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Martin is one of my closest friends and one I trust when it comes to matters of the heart. And it was in a conversation with him concerning my two loves, both whom he had met, that I came to the realization that maybe – just maybe – my “unfaithfulness” wasn’t a choice. That is to say; what if my cheating heart was actually a heart designed for multiple love? What if mine was no different that the “affliction” of the gay or alternative communities? So let’s break this down:
- I’ve been like this as long as I can remember
- I’ve never once felt guilt via empathy for my transgressions – only through shame
- Others have blamed my actions on everything from phases to poor decision making skills
- I’ve certainly been accosted for my actions
- There exists a valid community of peers who share the same views
- Marriage in the fashion of my community is illegal in most states
So then is it not fair to say that, as opposed to following a poly lifestyle, I am indeed poly?
In fact, no – I’m not a swinger. No – this isn’t a choice. No – I can’t just be monogamous. Poly is not just a state of mind or a lifestyle for me… it is precisely what defines me as a person. It’s a state of being. I can’t make up rules or follow a community norm. My rules come from natural, organic development. My rules will come from the cultivation of deep, intimate and meaningful relationships with those I love.
I had one move to make. One that I had never attempted before. I would decide to own who I am and “come out” to my lovers. And beginning with them, I would vow never to deceive or hide any part of me from them. I would chose to be honest and always communicate my feelings, thoughts, and intentions.
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So I did.
They were… intrigued! And I was just plain fucking shocked. I mean, I was being honest and up-front. I could’t have been more forthcoming if I had been hooked up to a polygraph (pun intended… sorry not sorry). And not only were they totally accepting and understanding, both of them were actually excited about the idea.
To be sure, there were high emotions all around when the three of us first sat in the same room together. It was Valentine’s Day. We laughed. We cried. We got drunk on pink champagne. We talked well into the early hours of the morning and acclimated ourselves to one another. Almost immediately the signs of a well functioning family were evident.
I’m still surprised how quickly we settled into our new situation. The ironic part being that as surprised as I am, everything that’s transpired thus far actually has a sense of obviousness to it. Of course each of us want one-on-one time with each partner. Of course we should get together at least once a week for dinner. Of course we have a full-time group text. Of course our “rules” arise naturally as opposed to being born of any ones’ ego. Of course we maintain our autonomy… Of course.
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Communication has become the cornerstone of our relationship. We talk fluidly and openly. The level of honesty is altogether disturbing and reassuring. We’re forced to face our insecurities, but we arise out of it with a better understanding of ourselves and each other. Even before the relationship officially began, we were there for the other in times of need. The level of naturally occurring support is nothing short of inspiring.
We build intimacy as couples and as a family (for lack of a better word). Our “couples” time results in a reinforced “together” time. The honesty we share in dyadic situations is naturally confirmed in our triad. Truth is truth no matter what; and truth tends to roam freely between the three of us. To be sure, sometimes it’s brutal truth. Sometimes it stings a little. But how can one understand pleasure without the occasional coloring of pain to contrast it?
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Now… everyone’s big question: S.E.X.
There’s a ton of it! It’s like a Roman orgy every night! We run around naked and ravenous; consuming flesh upon flesh upon sweat until we collapse in a pile of limbs and smiles… only to get back to it an hour later!!!
Nah – I’m just screwing with ya 😉
Our sex is much like the rest of the relationship. It’s healthy, open and beautiful. Sex, like in any committed relationship, is a result of closeness and intimacy. It’s not a porno and it’s not always together. It’s not one threesome stacked on top of another. There doesn’t exist the question of sexual orientation. None of us are gay or straight or anything in between inside the context of our relationship. That said – the sex sure is fun in every capacity!
So I’m climbing up on 2000 words between the two parts of this article. I’ll post more on this topic in the future addressing specifics.
Thanks for reading!