Polyamory

I went out with my old friend Judd — both of us in open marriages — to a lively cocktail bar with the half-joking aim of flirting. We met a group of women at the bar, including one particularly fun blonde, and I reflected on the rarity of having a true wingman and the ongoing question of whether Sydney will call.

After years of D/s relationships, my presumptuous and demanding habits are causing missteps as I start dating older, more experienced women.

I’m headed back to Chemistry, and very excited….

Does polyamory protect against loss? I think not….

Fidelity, honesty, and commitment among the unfaithful.

Can it really be that polyamory sits exactly halfway between cowboy and missionary on the religiousness scale?

Polyamory goes mainstream — or at least, mainstream enough for a kids’ show.

My ethical compass spins differently depending on the woman, the situation, the lies being told and to whom — and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.

The ethics of fucking someone else’s partner aren’t mine to police. But the practical risks? Those I think about.