Though it’s not always hard.

It can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

Sometimes a whole lot less. Sometimes a whole lot more.

It can be about freedom and doing as you like, while on other days, hard compromise and sacrifice.

You’ll work your ass off to communicate your wants. Your needs. Your desires.

And along the way . . . → Read More: An Essay on Non-Monogamy]]>

It’s not always easy.

Though it’s not always hard.

It can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

Sometimes a whole lot less. Sometimes a whole lot more.

It can be about freedom and doing as you like, while on other days, hard compromise and sacrifice.

You’ll work your ass off to communicate your wants. Your needs. Your desires.

And along the way you might just want to stop talking and give up.

I know I have.

I know I will again.

You might wonder why it’s worth it.

The insecurities. The envy. The effort.

The heartaches. The anxieties. The grief.

And on another day you might be in a naked pile with people you’ve just met.

Or people you’d never want to lose.

Compliments might flow a little easier off your lips or into your ears.

And when you wake up in the morning you’ll feel more loved than ever before.

Your mouth might avoid compliments, and lash out at someone instead.

In anger. Or in fear.

If you’re lucky, you’ll realize early on that it’s not all flowers and bunnies.

That knowledge will eventually make you stronger.

Sometimes you’ll be home alone while everyone else has sparks flying around them.

And you might wonder “What’s wrong with me?”

But you know deep down the answer is Nothing. You are beautiful.

Maybe you’ll discover a new craving that only a certain man or woman can fulfill.

Or maybe you’ll realize how many people can do that thing, that oh so good thing.

That oh so very, very good thing.

You could be irrational when someone asks something of you today.

And tomorrow you’ll be offering what they want before they part their lips.

One day you might feel so small and insignificant.

The next you’ll be on top of the world.

It will be a roller coaster, of that there is no doubt.

If it all goes well, the best you’ll ever know.

Here’s his latest comment, and you can read mine below. Fun with God and open relationships!

Manny . . . → Read More: Pwning, Part II]]>

As the God fearing character “Manny” returns to tell us we’re all doing bad things on Sexie Sadie’s blog, I couldn’t help but comment back at him and since I wrote so much I wanted to share with all of you!

Here’s his latest comment, and you can read mine below. Fun with God and open relationships!

Manny said…

First of all I’m not Christian. Secondly, of course it is very easy to read the bible like a book and find what seem to be conflicting statements and inaccuracies. However, if someone is looking for excuses for their behavior there is an abundance of them out there. The bible is too complex to just read like a work of fiction and claim they know Gods word.

What I believe is that God, the Bible and everything holy is so powerful and so truthful that if everything in the Bible was clear cut there would be no free choice. When someone sins he would die and so on. But the reason we humans are on this planet is to be human. Make mistakes, learn from them. Read, explore and try to find the truth, the real truth. The truth that makes so much sense that your body and soul feel warm with happiness. The tranquility and the happiness one feels when he knows that he is doing the right things are impalpable.

There is no doubt in my mind that all of you living alternate lives and not truly happy. It is simply physically impossible. Just like it is impossible to touch fire and not get burned. You can cut your nerves and claim that since you don’t feel the fire you are not getting burned, but we all know you are getting burned, badly. God, who created the world and everything in it told us what will make us happy and content. And if we act otherwise we will not be happy. We may try very hard to put the sadness, the loneliness, the misery and hide somewhere deep into the subconscious. But eventually it pops up and you realize you are badly burned.

I agree it is an extreme inadequacy on my part that I keep coming back here and I just can’t help myself. I am not blaming anyone for what they do or don’t do. That would be the height of hypocrisy. My only point is, pls don’t say what you are doing is good. At least acknowledge that it is bad but you can’t help yourself. Don’t claim that your lifestyle is great and everybody should be doing it because that will bring they greatest calamity the world has ever known. God has never let civilization come to a point where acts of the type portrayed in this blog are commonplace.

We are seeing the self destructing of our society before our very eyes; all politicians are corrupt and arrogant from republicans to democrats. All everyone cares about is power, money and attention. The lifestyles that kept our civilization intact for thousands of years are being destroyed in systematic way and in an unimaginable way just a few years ago.

But just like the Phoenix a new civilization will be born, hopefully with the realization of the one and only eternal God the creator of the World known and perceived by all mankind and in his full Glory. So help us God.

Sam said:

Manny, if what I am doing makes me happy, makes me happy and brings joy and love into the lives of people I know, then guess what … I’m going to say it’s great. Before you start assuming that everyone in an open relationship thinks that everyone should be doing it, you should try to understand more where people are coming from, the purpose of blogs, etc.

My blog, and I’m sure Sadie’s as well are meant as personal diaries that we share with the world. If people going through similar situations can learn from them, great. If people just read them for entertainment, then great. If people don’t want to read them, sure, also great.

But nowhere do *most* polyamorous people state that we think everyone should follow in our footsteps. I might not think that monogamy is 100% natural, but I don’t disagree with the hundreds of thousands of people that choose to live their lives in that coupling. What works for you, is what works for you. Who am I to come in and say otherwise?

And who are you to come along and say that people who are living their lives with openness and honesty, respecting others, growing with others, admitting their faults and embracing their strengths and most importantly being happy are wrong and bad?

This ‘real truth’ that you are talking about is what many of us get to experience each and every day. My relationship being open forced me to admit a lot of truths and to learn to work towards being truly happy in my relationship and helping my husband be so as well. That would seem to be to fit with the “truth” you say we should be seeking.

I suppose that by talking about relationships so openly and communicating with our partners is bad instead of hiding our physical and emotional desires and fueling possible resentment and hostility by not communicating to the best of our abilities which must, in your eyes, be good.

I am sorry that you feel that someone who says they are happy isn’t truly happy. That you cannot see the joy that we experience as valid and let it influence your life in a positive way instead of wanting to knock it down and dissect it, for whatever God fearing reasons that exist in your mind.

I know this is an argument we can never win. You’ll always think that everything we say is a lie that we’re telling ourselves to get through the days while we know that we’re being more honest than we ever have before. And we’ll always think that you’re a nutbar while you tell yourself that your reasoning is based in logic and that really, you’re an open person who loves everyone.

So stay nutty. It looks good on you and even better on us.

It was a great time of hanging with friends, the Drapers and feeling very comfortable in my skin. Last year was the first time that I first officially felt right . . . → Read More: Toronto Pride]]>

True story.

What a great weekend I had at Toronto Pride. Though lacking in sleep and limits on alcohol consumption Friday night I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend’s festivities.

It was a great time of hanging with friends, the Drapers and feeling very comfortable in my skin. Last year was the first time that I first officially felt right saying that I’m bisexual. I’ve grown more and more confident with it overtime and can admit that, if I were single, I could imagine myself in a long term relationship with another girl. It would have to be open though. I really just love men and their naughty bits too much to give up completely.

“Be proud of who you are!” is something I heard a few people yelling exuberantly as they ran by during the Parade on Sunday. And I am proud. I’m proud to be a bisexual, (yes I’ll finally give in and say that I’m) poly woman. Walking down the street with Steph and Don beside me, enjoying the beauty of all the people on the streets from straights to gays to trannies and everything in between, felt great and I couldn’t have been happier.

Happy Pride everyone.

Being polyamorous . . . → Read More: Ooh! A piece of candy!]]>

I’ve accepted over the years that there are some people who will see me, and others in open relationships as a sort of ‘novelty’. I’ve slept with enough men – and women – who have gotten off on the idea that I’m married that the novelty of that novelty has somewhat worn off for me.

Being polyamorous and then telling people about it means that I’m questioned. A lot. I don’t mind of course, this is why NYMP exists. It is always interesting to hear the things that people ask even when I’ve heard them all before. A lot of the time they are the same questions but the reactions to my answers are often different, and unpredictable, helping me probably learn as much about the person asking the questions as they learn from me when I answer. One thing that does generally remain standard throughout all reactions I get is the novelty of it all.

It’s different, it’s taboo, it’s novel. I’m married, yet I fuck other people. I also talk about it like it’s no big deal.

I know that non-monogamy is old hat to many of you, as it is to me as well. The days before we opened our hearts and legs to others seem so long ago, but I must remind myself it hasn’t even been three years yet. I remember the beginning days when I found it novel myself. That I could go off on a date, have sex if I wanted, share an intimate moment with someone besides Steph and come home and tell him about it; at least the parts he wanted to hear. It was exciting learning new things about myself, sexually and otherwise. Meeting new people and being exposed to so many different ideas was very exciting and excellent fodder for some fantastic sex.

Eventually for me though, the novelty wore off slightly. Being open isn’t a fad for me, it’s who I am. The slutty girl that would rather you fuck her like you owned her instead of wasting cash on red roses and milk chocolate is my true persona. I would rather sit all day, eating cheese and crackers and talking about sex and relationships in a ridiculously frank and honest manner than I would read gossip magazines. (No offense at all to my friends who love to do this!) This skin that I am in now is the most comfortable skin I’ve ever owned, feeling more like my true self than I ever have before. Finally I have realized who I am in so many areas of my life that have been constantly changing for years and years, searching for the next novel concept to fit into.

Luckily for me I have found people to love and fuck that want me for who I am, not just because I’m shiny and new. Not that I will ever complain about someone wanting me for the novelty of open relationships. It’s a fantasy that I’m used to, and definitely appreciate. I vow to never be one of those people that dismisses someone’s questions about non-monogamy because everything we know we once heard for the first time too. I like being a piece of candy, shiny and new to someone. It’s an easy ego boost that I don’t really have to do anything but be myself to receive.

But for me personally? There’s just something so comforting … about an old hat.

1. I don’t sleep nearly as much as I should. Even when I feel it’s time to go to sleep, I avoid it. . . . → Read More: Stealing posts from Facebook to entertain you]]>

I have stolen one of my Facebook blog posts (the 25 random facts that seems to be going around FB town), because I thought a little bit more insight into your author, couldn’t help!

1. I don’t sleep nearly as much as I should. Even when I feel it’s time to go to sleep, I avoid it. Most of the time I’m up chatting to someone online, but often I’m just staring blankly at nothing or the screen, reloading random pages. I’m not sure why I stay awake so much, I know for my health and weight I should hit the sheets a lot sooner than I do. I guess I’ve always had this thing, the sooner I go to sleep, the sooner it becomes tomorrow; and if tomorrow involves work? I’d rather put it off as long as possible.

2. I have an irrational fear of dinosaurs. I’m not *really* scared of them, but I used to have a lot of strange dreams that involved me being chased by T-Rexes and it was enough to instill fear in me. Imagine you’re in the upstairs of a building, with no roofs to walk out onto. A raptor comes up the stairs and you have nowhere to go. ‘WHAT DO YOU DO??’

3. My most favorite thing to do in the whole world is converse. Whether I’m talking or listening, I’m fascinated by whatever you have to tell me. This is why I’m always awake, and rarely at home alone. Lots of people tell me they think their stories are boring in comparison to my “exciting adventures”, but I disagree completely. Sex and relationships are my fave topics to discuss, and I hope to do one day spend my professional days doing exactly that.

4. I don’t believe in soulmates. In the past few years I have really seen how making little changes in your life can really alter your path and I firmly believe that my path could have led me to being with someone else and not Steph. He’s just the one I chose which to me, means way more than leaving it up to chance.

5. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t fat. As a kid of about 6, I remember sitting in the schools main hall during prayer time when these girls were commenting on me being fat. In junior high, this girl sang “Damn, I wish I was your blubber” to me. I thought that anorexia, bulimia and obsessive exercising were effective weight loss techniques in high school. I *did* lose 100 lbs, but I always felt fat and gained a lot of it back in college. A few years ago I finally separated my self image from my body image and have since started to feel better. I still want to get rid of my fat, but now it’s mainly because the clothes I want to wear just don’t work with my weird body shape. Plus, cellulite equals ick.

6. I would much rather be out doing something than just hanging out at home. It’s not that I don’t have plenty to do at home (my to do list is always huge), I just enjoy going out and hanging with friends more than anything. That’s my “me time” more than sitting around reading a book. There are lots of amazing people in my life that I enjoy seeing too much. I do, however, need to make sure that I get in a *little bit* of at home time to refresh and not be a cranky pants, but it’s rare that I need it all the time.

7. There was a while when I felt my husband was more like my brother than my best friend. It was a hard period in my life, something that I didn’t admit even to myself. Without knowing it would at the time, opening up our relationships saved us from the marital rut we had gotten into and I wouldn’t change it for anything. I don’t know if we’d still be together had it not happened.

8. I have absolutely zero interest in being pregnant. I do however want to adopt one day and then maybe have one of my own. This has been a bit of issue with Steph and I because he’s never really been sure if kids are for him, but I know they are for me, and he’s for me, so … bit of a sticking point. I’m not in any mad rush right now, but I think it’s good to look into. I hadn’t considered a foreign baby until recently when I learned about adopting children from Haiti. I don’t think I can convince Steph of this one though. While I’m not very comfortable with kids now, the idea of shaping a couple of little minds into amazing people is something that I crave and will want in under 10 years.

9. I am terrified of doing new things to my body that are out of my control. I cried like a little girl when I got my first stitch two years ago. Not at the stitch (that was laughable), just while waiting for the doctor. Getting my wisdom teeth out I basically cried at the idea of being put to sleep and told the dentist I knew what he was trying when he started telling me to imagine a warm beach. When I got my first tattoo last week, I was surprisingly a lot better than I was expecting to be, but am sad that it hurt way more than I was expecting since I have about four more that I want to have done.

10. I try not to get caught up in hype and prefer to watch or learn about things that I am genuinely interested in. It took me six years to watch Pulp Fiction. Everyone was into it and I was just so tired of hearing about the film that I forgot about it. I don’t avoid things to be different, I just want to have time to decide for myself that something is cool without believing it is just because the masses say so. I watched The Dark Knight only recently and it was good, but not as amazing as everyone was saying it was months ago.

11. If I won the lottery (if I played the lottery), I’d want to give lots of cash to the ALS society, the humane society, cancer research, and local shelters. I’ve always dreamt of buying a big apartment building, furnishing it all through an IKEA sponsorship and working with the city to make it affordable housing to homeless people. Of course, I’d spread the wealth amongst family and friends, and would also host a massive party at somewhere fancy. A black tie affair with all sorts of entertainment, and I’d want to make it an ALS fundraiser in memory of my dad. Oh, and I’d probably quit my job and write all the time.

12. I am terrible with finances. My bills get paid on time (usually), but i could care less about budget spreadsheets and watching every penny. We live within our means, and we monitor those means, so I’m happy with that. My mum taught me that I’d much rather look back on my life having enjoyed it, vs having been a stickler about everything.

13. My favorite numbers are 563 and 8000.

14. I can’t pick just one favorite color, movie, tv show or band. I am too eclectic, and have too many interests to narrow my choices down that much, except for numbers. This is why my friends vary, and I’m often doing different things. It also has a lot to do with why I enjoy dating other people.

15. I daydream more than I should. I’m all about words and stories, and can get lost in a full story with characters and plot lines. Sometimes my dreams distract me from regular life because my imagination is just way too vivid.

16. I grew up wanting to sing professionally. I went to a recording studio in Barrie once, for whatever reason and have written over 30 songs. Sadly, I can only sing a few select styles and am pretty self conscious about my skills. I said over a year ago that I would be performing on stage, within a year … but now I’m not really that interested. At all.

17. I need to be more disciplined and finish the book already. I’m so excited about it, but it seems I spend more time enjoying my open relationship than I do writing about how to do it for other people. It will happen. I WILL finish it. I have no doubt in my mind that it will get done, which is at least a positive.

18. I try to make a point of only saying things I really mean. There’s too many other things in life to talk about to waste time saying things that you don’t mean.

19. My view of being “in love” is different than it used to be. I’d say I’m “in love” with a lot of my friends, but not romantically. Just in a “I want to be around them, and learn about them and appreciate their existence” kinda way.

20. In the past few years, I’ve become quite aware of my good qualities and the things that some people find sexy about me. It doesn’t mean that I’m completely convinced of these things as I tend to know something, but believe something else when it comes to me.

21. When my dad died, it made me really sad that I didn’t feel his presence around me. I don’t believe in heaven or hell, am an atheist, but still believe in spiritual energy (I used to do a lot of weird ouija shit growing up, and often felt when places had ghostly visitors). The fact that he didn’t visit me is hard to deal with, in a strange, ghosty way.

22. My wedding day was one of the best and worst days of my life. Having my dad with me, but having him not able to give a speech because his ALS was so bad was really hard to deal with. I’m glad we got married when we did though. Having him there to walk me down the aisle really made the day.

23. I am ridiculously comfortable meeting people on the internet. I’ve been doing it since 1997, and some of my best friends have come from there. Facebook has allowed me to reconnect with some people who have now become even more near and dear to me than they were before. Some of the new friends in my life I know I wouldn’t trade for the world. The internet allows for such openness when first “meeting” people if you allow it to. I just don’t have time to meet everyone that contacts me online because I know it’s important to work on the relationships I have.

24. I don’t believe that everyone should be in an open relationship. I think that monogamy is a good option for plenty of people. I do believe, however, in freedom of choice, outside of societal standards and expectations. If a friend needed advice on how to fix an ailing relationship, my first words would never be “sleep with other people”, but there are lots of things, such as having to have an amazingly honest and open level of communication, that I think could benefit all couples.

25. I was born in England, moved to Nova Scotia, then to Parry Sound, to Oshawa, and now Toronto. I don’t ever want to live anywhere else. Toronto’s my home, to my core.

Number 26 … I find 25 facts to be too restricting, especially when browsing friends notes and seeing things I’ve forgotten, so I’m being self indulgent and throwing in 10 extras. Can you tell I like writing a lot? I mean, it IS what I want to do for a living!

• I think shrimp are maggots of the sea and I don’t drink coffee, but wish I did because I’m soooo tiiiiired.
• I had laser surgery, and it was one of the best decisions ever.
• I miss England, my daddy and my step brother daily.
• I don’t know what my biggest fear is, perhaps failure. I used to have the video boardgame with the Gatekeeper on it, and at the end it asks your biggest fear. I didn’t have one, so I picked spiders.
• I chew fabric a lot, it’s weird.
• I want to wear heels, but I weigh too much and it hurts my legs. I’m going to though.
• I know all the words to Part of Your World (Little Mermaid) and Bitches Ain’t Shit (Ben Folds cover). Steph says I like sappy music. I say I like music I can sing to, it’s just coincidentally often sap.
• I love politics but hate talking about it though I (obviously) talk too much about other things.
• I wish I could see my friends and family in England more. I am very lucky to have some people in my life I’ve known since a young age and I just wish we had more in person time together.
• Cheese sandwiches are my most favorite thing in the whole wide world.

To start with, don’t judge – try . . . → Read More: BD what? … Part 2]]>

As if opening up your relationship isn’t sometimes intimidating enough, imagine how it feels when one partner decides to pursue outside BDSM relationships. Without proper communication to discuss the ramifications of this, things can get sticky, so I offer you some thoughts / experience / advice to take with you.

To start with, don’t judge – try not to at least. If your partner comes to you with a sexual fantasy that they want to share with you, the worst thing you can do is make them feel ashamed about it. They are coming to you as a safe place, and to judge them isn’t fair, supportive or helpful. If you do feel that urge to judge when your partner tells you they might like to be dominated or to dominate, get dressed up in latex, or whatever else floats their boat, take some time to think about it before you decide how you feel:

• Does the idea of your partner in a role possibly outside the norm that you know them in scare or intimidate you?

  It’s perfectly normal to feel this way. When we are with someone for a period of time, roles become defined. If one partner generally wears the pants more often, it can be scary for the other person to imagine them removing them, pun intended, to allow someone else in. For example, seeing your strong partner desire to be “weak” can do a real mind fuck with you if you don’t try to discover the reasoning behind it.

• Are you worried for what it means to your relationship?

  Let’s say your partner gets off on pain but the thought of physically “hurting” them is too much for you to bear. Don’t allow that thought to threaten your security. Remember that when you came into your relationship you were two separate people and it’s ok to have separate interests now.

  Open relationships allow us to experience different things with people. We all have friends in our life that exist for their own distinct reasons. This is somewhat an extension of that idea. You don’t have to be the person that smacks them if you’re not comfortable, but trust me, it is definitely fun to experiment. Allow yourself to be open to new thoughts and ideas you might not be initially comfortable with.

• Do you feel that your role is more blurry?

  This is a big one. A man I know found himself in a situation where his wife of 20 years became involved with a Master. For a while he was angry often, not being able to deal with the situation as it was. He had to realize that what she wanted was for her, and didn’t reflect on their relationship together. For my husband, the idea of meeting Harvey, when Harvey and I used to have a somewhat d/s relationship, made him feel inferior and unsure of himself and his role as husband to someone who was occasionally submissive.

  If your partner wants or is being dominated by another, it’s perfectly understandable that you would feel threatened by this. Chances are that if you are involved or getting into non monogamy you have a pretty equal relationship to begin with. Bring in an outsider who’s going to be dominant with your partner, and you might just feel that they are indirectly dominating you.

BDSM can involve many things. Sometimes it’s psychological play, sometimes strictly physical. Other times a combo of the two, and sometimes just light play. If you are looking to explore these areas while in a relationship, it’s important to sit down and talk it over with your partner.

Recently someone told me that he had realized it wasn’t that he didn’t want to dominate his wife, just that for the longest time he didn’t know how. When you’re so used to the roles you exist in, stepping out of them can be very intimidating, even (translation especially) with the person you feel the safest with. This is why it can be easier to experiment with someone new. The history does not exist and can be formed from scratch as you go. Don’t fault yourself if your partner is able to slip into a new role with someone else. Instead, look at it as an opportunity for some personal growth and reflection. Perhaps time to step outside your comfort zones together.

From my own experiences, when I first discovered an interest in BDSM, my friend Harvey led the way. Realizing that I wanted to please him and make him proud was made all the more obvious when he hauled off and slapped me one night for not doing as he had asked. Of course it was part of play and I enjoyed it thoroughly, but my husband did not act favorably to it. He couldn’t understand why Harvey hit me, and why I enjoyed it. This was a year and a half ago and we’re only now able to start bringing more of this style of play into our relationship.

Once he realized how it made me feel, and the reasons I enjoyed it, he started to come around to embracing it, and stopped judging. Not to say that he’ll ever be fully into it, but that’s ok because he doesn’t have to be. We have been able to let our roles together evolve. He understands why I enjoy it so much (read BD what: Part 1), and I understand his level of comfort with things.

There are no rules that say you must be into everything your partner is. There is nothing that dictates that the two of you must share the same experiences. The only rule I suggest you have is to communicate. Rather than allowing new kinks and fetishes to threaten or intimidate you, look at them as a time to learn and experiment. By taking some pressure of yourselves and taking baby steps, you’ll figure out your new roles sooner than you think.

“What do you do? What does . . . → Read More: What do you do?]]>

This past weekend I met a friend of a friend. He was really nice and upon first meeting I didn’t see anything bad to say about him. What I did find slightly annoying though, as a reflection of our society, was his first question to me, seconds after just shaking hands.

“What do you do? What does the company you work for do?”

That question always throws me for a loop, and when it’s asked right away, before a “How do you know so and so?” or even a cheesy “Come here often?” I’m often speechless as my brain just isn’t in work mode. In May I wrote about labels in my post ‘Soup Can Theories‘:

… more often than not our career can define us. You can be labeled as a banker, doctor, lawyer, homeless person, artist and so on. Who you are in your working life becomes the label that you show to people and it influences their opinion of you from the moment you meet. It can be easier when you know someone’s profession to relate to them and find things in common to converse about. There are obvious associations attached to certain professions that you are probably safe to make assumptions about.

I don’t disagree with past Sam on this one. There are certain jobs that can say a lot about the type of person working them. A vet, for example probably likes animals at least a little. My frustration doesn’t come with people identifying with their jobs, it comes with people *only* identifying with their jobs.

When I’m asked what I do as a first question, I feel my identity being stifled. I am so much more than what I do during working hours. I like my job ok, but not as much as I used to and therefore would rather talk about me when someone’s trying to get to know … me!

2009 has brought some new, great people into our lives and I’ve realized while getting to know them that I haven’t been concerned with what they do during their 9 – 5. I want to know their favorite bands, vacation memories, things they like to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I want to know what turns them on. What they are passionate about and what makes them insane. These are the conversations I love having first and then the work stuff can just fill in the blanks afterward.

“What do you do?” is an easy question to ask at first, but there are so many other options out there that it feels like a cop out.

Think about it for a second. Who are you? Are you your 9 – 5? A wife? A father? Brother? Sister? Fan of Monster Trucks? Opera? Do you wear corporate clothes during the day but feel the most comfortable in your sweats? Your leather corsets? We are all so much more than our jobs, even those of us that are madly in love with what we do.

So if anyone wants to know … my favorite colors are cherry red, robins egg blue and chocolate brown. I’m a night owl who often procrastinates on projects to chat about love and relationships. I could stare out the window all day as it gives me inner peace. I get so much joy out of connecting with the world through this blog on open relationships and I often blog late at night when I should be sleeping because my brain won’t shut up.

And by day? I’m a Project Coordinator.

Who are YOU my friends?

Recently I was contacted by a reseacher from Vision TV looking for the personal story of someone who . . . → Read More: Documentary Series looking for religious polyamorist]]>

Anyone who knows me well knows religion and I? We don’t mesh very well together. That being said, it’s still a topic I find terribly interesting as so much of the entire world’s viewpoint finds a basis in it.

Recently I was contacted by a reseacher from Vision TV looking for the personal story of someone who is in a polyamorous relationship but has conflicting feelings because of their religion.

If this might be you, or someone you know, here’s the info you need:

“13-part Documentary series on Religion & Sexuality seeks religious person involved in polyamorous relationships to share their story. Identity in front of the camera can be disguised if necessary. Please contact the researcher, Liz Etherington, at eli54@sympatico.ca to begin preliminary discussions.”