“Real” Poly, Part 2: What it means to be polyamorous
One of the questions that seems to come up repeatedly is, “Am I really poly?”
Or, “I guess I’m poly.”
Or even, “Is that poly?”
And if that’s not enough,...
The “Real” Poly, Part I: Ethical Non-Monogamy
Because polyamory is first a form of Ethical Non-Monogamy, it is first defined by these non-negotiables:
Are you being honest?
Are you being ethical?
To be clear, I hope...
A (Slightly Irreverant) Poly Glossary
AFOG =Another F'ing Opportunity for Growth (the key phrase when something challenges you or your feelings/expectations/etc. and you need to process and grow from the experience), usually said...
Althea Answers Polyquizzically: Is It Possible to Love Without Limit?
Dear Althea,
I'm a novice at the poly life and wonder what you can tell me about the hellos and hazards of loving without limit. What I mean...
Why Sexy Matters
Ok, I’m just going to say the thing. . . Consent is sexy.
And why, you may ask, does sexy matter? I agree that our culture has an...
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