Celibacy, Polyamory, Marriage

Almost moved out a summer or two ago. Was called a rapist piece of shit. One solid year of celibacy, surrounded by a year or two of near celibacy.

Our decision to be polyamorous pre-dated the worst of it, and was liberating–the realization that one partner need not meet every need–however has remained almost entirely theoretical.

Relationships take a lot of time and work. More relationships (and the more complex they are); more time.

"Music is my mistress", confessed Duke Ellington.

Fucking again is awesome. The "yoga sling", purchased mid-darkness, in a period of light, is getting frequent use at the moment.

Sexually, we have plenty of hangups and limitations.

In the summer, all the juices mix together.

Willie Nelson has outlived his penis.