The few times I have (unwittingly at first) fallen into any patterns of monogamy have been few and, ultimately, disastrous. I’ve never had a steady exclusive, monotheistic girlfriend, due first to circumstance and unrequited love and, later, to acceptance and a general love of the situation. I have, however, fostered many long lasting relationships that continue to grow to this day. Whether I happen to fuck these people or not, well that's between them and I, but I'll happily talk about it if asked.
After going thru a particularly bad experience, I'm now living (and living with ...) a marvellous and exciting time in my life. I absolutely CRINGE at certain recurring words and clichés. that you'll seem me artfully skirting (ie: primary pardner/ polyamory.. yadda, yadda, yadda). We recently mErried (my favoured word) and we are incredibly happy in our intimacy. And yes, she's in this site, but then again, so are you.
I’ve never, EVER, lied to a woman about my non-exclusivity. This, of course, has caused me to lose a few relationships that “could have been”, but, then again it’s a kind of litmus test… If you don't agree with my criteria in sex, fine, we can be great friends, and exchange opinions, but we’re probably not going to agree that our "own way" is the best for the other.
My respect for those who foster steady relationships is absolute. My opinion (and this is mine, applied to my experience and the way I am, it’s not targeted at criticising anyone, let it be said!) is that love shouldn’t be forced or institutionalised but simply created and fostered by the simple realities of mutual attraction. I tend to relate this to gravitational theory and, ultimately relativity, so yeah, luuurve (forces of attraction) can bend space and time, as well as my trousers. The more I am forced into something, the more I will rebel.
The biggest form of trust and love, for me, is letting go. The girl with whom I’ve had one of the longest (and still ongoing) relationship in my life actually lives in another city and with another person… I've only met him briefly but I love him. It took me ages to get over the fact that she was leaving for another city, but that taught me to let go and love her without forcing the issue or imposing myself on her.
Men are interesting species, I like some and I have a few good friends amongst the genre. They interest me sexually a lot, much more than as friends, I actually find it hard to be myself or communicate with them. My sexual forays with them have been few, far between and none too successful. I do however recognise that I am prejudiced and I'd love to meet a man who'd prove me wrong. To further this cause I am turning my status to "bi" in this here site, from time to time and, once again, men are proving to be most bothersome and shallow, sigh. I love women and I am most comfortable amongst women, and that includes companionship and sex at times.
Blah, blah, blah. I was also labeled bipolar 1 back in my early twenties, and there's a few good tales to be told about that (see below). (EDIT: I'm quite curious about people who get to this part and may suddenly escape from this page in HORROR after such a revelation, specially anyone who would otherwise feel some sort of kinship or connection towards me up to this point. Please write to me to share your thoughts on me, I assure you I'm just as sane as I seemed in the paragraph before this one.)
I'm tired of the social stigma associated with mental condition (I really don't think I have a "disease" of any kind). Call it what you will, it's certainly given me some interesting times and shaped me as a person.
I ramble because I like to be exploratory in my answers and find out shit about myself as I ponder 'em.
I am see, the cat?, and see the cradle?