I have a great preference for finding joy in life, although politics, climate change deniers, and people who throw lit cigarette butts out of cars cause me great despair.
At present I find much joy in my partners. I have finally and at long last become willing, nay, thrilled to identify as polyamorous after years of wanting and having multiple partners but eschewing the poly term. After a tumultuous 2013, in which I began a number of significant relationships, I feel that I have settled in to the life I have always wanted, but had not known how to begin. After a year of thinking about little other than sex, dates and sex, I am still thinking about sex, dates and sex, but also focusing better on creativity, ambition, and sex.
I make an effort to live rationally, to consider all the information before making decisions, and to take care of myself, in order that I may be available to take care of others. I am not closed to the notion of new relationships, although I am not actively seeking them. I have a lot of partners and limited time, and every now and then actually set aside time for a 'me' date. I cannot fathom how I would fit in anyone else, because I love and adore my partners and don't want to jeopardise existing joy.
Further to my embracing poly last year, I discovered that my general sex positivity, curiosity and self knowledge have given me the impetus and confidence to enjoy my kinky side, previously rejected by me as unnecessary and dangerous.
I was talking to a group of people about coming out as poly, and like better the notion of inviting people in, as proposed by one of the other speakers. I don't need other people to change their lives to interact with me, but I want to be honest about my situation, not to have to edit my conversations and pretend that I'm conforming, and be able to speak with pleasure about my loved ones as others might expect to speak about their loved one. I had an epiphany while this was going on - I am more reticent to come out as an atheist than I am to come out as poly.