It’s strangely hard sometimes to find a good lover. The emphasis here is on *good*.
I’ve had a little string on failed to launch associations and some incredible luck that made it not sting very much.
Traveler and I are still playing with our friend Yarn Hooker, and we had a little State of the Union the other night that left me very very grateful. We’ve all been playing a while now and had what I would call amazing fun sexy times. But I like her and I had this worry come up. It makes me crazy when married poly guys want to date me and say they are poly but have these primary structures making anything like an actual relationship pretty hard. I like casual sex and play friends and I like dating and being open to love. What I don’t like is people wanting all the benefits of being a boyfriend with none of the commitment. I won’t get on that soap box right now, but suffice it to say I’m about sick to fucking death of it.
So, then.. am I being an asshole with Yarn Hooker? She’s a smart, beautiful, sexy, talented woman. I like her. Traveler likes her. She seems to like us. Things are going swimmingly. But.. but.. are they? I started to wonder. So I asked. Continue reading