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Something I’ve realized lately: I don’t want to be anyone’s escape relationship. It makes me feel icky and kinda’ sad. In 2007 when I was dating the sous-chef, I know now that he was a total escape for me. Only 8 months into being open, Steph and I didn’t really know what we were doing – as . . . → Read More: Parachute I always fool myself into thinking that after the last epic conversation that Steph and I have, there won’t be anymore. And every time I do that, I’m wrong. Last weeks’ chat was a big one, and the focus was on sharing. Not of lovers, or bathroom time, but of our thoughts; what we’re thinking at any given moment. Over the years of being open I’ve found myself drawn to people who comment on the things they observe in life. Sometimes, like Don, they have amazing powers of observation and memory retention – (though I’m sure not always in his home life!!) and make me feel on top of the world by saying something they’ve noticed, or intuitively knowing the next move. Read more » You’ve ever … cried yourself to sleep I know I’ve done most, if not all of those things. . . . → Read More: Raise Your Hand If … It’s been an interesting, yet kind of fucked up, past month in my brain. Around the beginning of March Don and I got into a fight. The reason for the fight was kind of unrelated (translation: I’m not discussing it) to what ended up being my takeaway. In the over a year since we’ve known each other, we’d talk often about making a date and I’d leave my schedule open or even cancel plans with people, only to find out that he wasn’t really making an effort as much as he’d say he wanted to. Not that I blame him; it’s not like navigating open relationships is the easiest thing to do! Since writing the post ‘Realizations: I Just Wanna’ Have Fun’ I’ve realized something. Where Steph has often cited cost and practicality for reasons that we don’t try new things, events, places, etc. … I’ve always – in my own mind – cited the need for sleep as a reason not to fuck. And as much as I . . . → Read More: Realization: My own practical demons I have a personal rule that I try to follow as much as possible. I don’t like to blog when I’m angry or emotional. I know I’ve done it in the past, but I highly prefer not because then I hit you folks with emotional diarrhea and I embarrass myself on the off chance that I . . . → Read More: Realizations – I just wanna' have fun No really, I kind of did last week. Granted it was 3 am, I was drunk and tired after returning home from Fake Prom, but I still smelt it under my nose. I told Steph I was hungry and he offered to make me some toast. Seeing as how it’s a much healthier alternative than street . . . → Read More: I Smell Burnt Toast! No, I’m not talking about the Christian Slater cancelled NBC drama that I and perhaps only two other people really enjoyed (don’t judge me!). I’m referring to how sometimes being eclectic can get the best of me leaving me feeling lazy, indecisive and annoyed with myself. I don’t relax well. That’s not to say that I can’t . . . → Read More: Realizations: I Am My Own Worst Enemy Open relationships can do wonders for your confidence, especially when you’ve been in a LTR for well, a LT. Being reminded that you can be attractive to other people, besides your partner can be a great boost and it’s been one of my favorite parts of this open relationship journey. The standard mantra that *they* say is that you shouldn’t worry about what other people think. Look within, find your own confidence, blah blah blah. I definitely agree with them … somewhat. You don’t want to base your opinion of yourself solely on the opinions others have of you because then you’ve just become a sheep with little sense of self. . . . → Read More: Realizations – I might be kinda' cool. I’ve always had this bad, bad habit [some of which might have something to do with *this* fuck-up]. When something has gone wrong, or not as planned with someone I’m dating, male or female, if it’s not been my decision, I immediately assume there’s something wrong with me. I will tell myself that they’re just busy. Or, . . . → Read More: Realizations – It's not ALWAYS about us emus |
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