It begins…
January 3, 2009
Over the years I’ve noticed one thing about my relationships, they haven’t worked out. Good, bad and indifferent, I have been left with the feeling that I could have done things better, or the other person could, or that nothing either of us did was going to be enough to prod life into the dog dying at our feet. I’ve been engaged twice, married once, lived with three women and and fucked as many as I could honourably (when I’m at my best) lay my hands on, and I am currently in the position where I am in a contented partnership where we have decided to become polyamorous, or to put it in English, we’ve agreed that there is room for more than two people in our relationship.
I would guess most people would think that we had got to the stage where many couples give up, split up and go find other people to partner up with, but i contest that this is not the answer. We are perfectly happy to live together, there is a real bond of trust and love between us, but we both think that a devotion to one person to the exclusion of the possiblities of others is damaging and unnecessary, a devotion to a romantic Jesus that will channel us into the convent or monastery of a normal monogomous relationship and restrict our experience of the revolving world outside to that which the drafty slit in the walls of our cell will allow.
And so the social experiment commences, we both attempt to reassure ourselves that this is going to be good for the unterminated condition called us, and also reassuring each other that this is going to have legs, it’s going to be a process that will last. We will learn more as we progress, but I think the important point to note here is that we have faith in each other’s desire to return to each other, to want to give time and attention and demand love and care from each other. I don’t think we’d have a hope in hell without something like that, some desire to maintain a coherent us.
These pages will relate my success or otherwise in my progress through a different way of looking at life, love and the number 42.
