The Case for Polyamory

Remember those cute underwear with the days of the week embroidered on them? I had a set with seven different styles, from Sunday’s ladylike lacy white to Saturday’s spanking good black leather thong. The best part? They came with matching lovers! From sweet Georgie Brown to the cowboy with a riding crop.

Ah ha ha. I might be stretching the truth a tiny bit—the lovers didn’t always match my panties. But in retrospect, it might’ve helped. That is one thing about polyamory: it comes with a risk of double-booking awkwardness. Which I advise avoiding.

Although if you can swing it though (like how I did that? althought I may be dating myself there!), I think having multiple romantic relationships is healthy. No one person can be all things to anybody. So stop trying. Take the pressure off and let multiple folks fulfill you in as many ways as you desire.

But what about fidelity, you say? Be true, darling…to you. Be honest with your lovers. Be honest with yourself. And honestly, what is more joyful than shared passion for whatever turns you on, whether it’s food, art, literature, music, or dirty love.

You know where my passion lies... Ride ’em, cowboy! Yee-ouch!