04-20-2012, 02:00 AM
I'm open to the idea of polyamory, especially after reading The Ethical Slut, though I've never tried it. I did consider an offered polyamorous ship but rejected it because...well it's a sore point for me so let me just say I found a partner completely unacceptable even as an acquiantance let alone as a romantic or sexual partner and leave it at that.
But I did WANT a polyamorous relationship once back when I was 19, but it was special circumstance (and IIRC it was right after I read the Ethical Slut, too). Summed up, I let a guy move in with me and I got to really like him as a person, especially with how he had the natural ability to make me laugh until I cried actual tears. He was also a cross dressing sissy (and I just found all that gender bending fascinating) and I became very protective of him as I knew the world would be unfriendly to him (the fact that he was small wouldn't help), and I knew even many women would cruelly reject him (him being a bicurious heterosexual). As I got to liking him a lot and being very protective I took to spoiling him, including sexually (back then I believed men REQUIRED sex to remain sane). While I had moments of getting into the sex, most of the time my seeing to his sexual desires and needs was as passionate for me as giving a massage, and I had to admit even then that I was just too lesbian to ever be happy settling with him as a life partner. So what I wanted to do was find a woman to love who would accept him as (hate to word it this way but it fits) a "pet" (and if she was bisexual and we had a 3-way, so much the better). BUT ideally I'd want him to find a woman who could make him happy and I could go my own way happy for him, but until then I wanted to take care of him.
As it was I couldn't afford to keep him anyway and he had to move in with his mom who was willing to take him while I tried to catch up with the bills (I tracked and found it was several hundred dollars to take care of him every month and I was really struggling). When I got a roomie I explained the sitch as best and persuasively as I could and asked if he could move in but she rejected the idea (mainly she didn't like him not having a job despite that he was willing to do errands & housework and his comedic talents were also valuable, IMO) and as we became a serious couple she was definitely against sharing me.
After we split and I got another girlfriend I brought up the possibility again but she got downright angry that I would ask and didn't even want me to see him at all (as I'd learn she had a very jealous streak). It's just one reason why I'm bitter that she turned out to be such a cheater (which I forgave once only to have her do it again), and she was the one I mentioned above who (after my busting her cheating a 2nd time) tried to get me to accept a 3-way relationship that I found unacceptable (because of how horrid the other person was, though don't think I'm forgetting my partner for having an affair behind my back).
By then I'd lost all contact with that guy and to this day (10 years later) I wonder how he is and hope life is treating him well.
But just as well I suppose. There's no way my current partner would accept him either.
But I did WANT a polyamorous relationship once back when I was 19, but it was special circumstance (and IIRC it was right after I read the Ethical Slut, too). Summed up, I let a guy move in with me and I got to really like him as a person, especially with how he had the natural ability to make me laugh until I cried actual tears. He was also a cross dressing sissy (and I just found all that gender bending fascinating) and I became very protective of him as I knew the world would be unfriendly to him (the fact that he was small wouldn't help), and I knew even many women would cruelly reject him (him being a bicurious heterosexual). As I got to liking him a lot and being very protective I took to spoiling him, including sexually (back then I believed men REQUIRED sex to remain sane). While I had moments of getting into the sex, most of the time my seeing to his sexual desires and needs was as passionate for me as giving a massage, and I had to admit even then that I was just too lesbian to ever be happy settling with him as a life partner. So what I wanted to do was find a woman to love who would accept him as (hate to word it this way but it fits) a "pet" (and if she was bisexual and we had a 3-way, so much the better). BUT ideally I'd want him to find a woman who could make him happy and I could go my own way happy for him, but until then I wanted to take care of him.
As it was I couldn't afford to keep him anyway and he had to move in with his mom who was willing to take him while I tried to catch up with the bills (I tracked and found it was several hundred dollars to take care of him every month and I was really struggling). When I got a roomie I explained the sitch as best and persuasively as I could and asked if he could move in but she rejected the idea (mainly she didn't like him not having a job despite that he was willing to do errands & housework and his comedic talents were also valuable, IMO) and as we became a serious couple she was definitely against sharing me.
After we split and I got another girlfriend I brought up the possibility again but she got downright angry that I would ask and didn't even want me to see him at all (as I'd learn she had a very jealous streak). It's just one reason why I'm bitter that she turned out to be such a cheater (which I forgave once only to have her do it again), and she was the one I mentioned above who (after my busting her cheating a 2nd time) tried to get me to accept a 3-way relationship that I found unacceptable (because of how horrid the other person was, though don't think I'm forgetting my partner for having an affair behind my back).
By then I'd lost all contact with that guy and to this day (10 years later) I wonder how he is and hope life is treating him well.
But just as well I suppose. There's no way my current partner would accept him either.