#thepolycule.net

My emotions are fluid in nature, but my thought processes are frustratingly rigid.  Sometimes my brain falls into harmful, toxic habits that have to do with comparing partners, quantifying interaction time, and my reluctance to say ‘no’.

Here, I write about how reframing time as a fluid resource has helped me overcome scheduling angst and stay away from misguided concerns about ‘fairness’.

When it comes right down to it, balance in polyamorous relationships has less to do with nailing down a consistent schedule, and more to do with flexibility and compassion.

The religion I grew up in was esoteric, small, and extraordinarily homophobic. I was a mentally-ill queer who fully believed, and used religion as a tool of self-destruction.

Calling myself an atheist was a huge step in healing from religious trauma, and almost all kinds of spirituality were dangerous to me. Now, almost a decade out, I am starting to readdress the faith of my childhood. The past doesn’t just go away, and I am tired of feeling like I contain two mutually exclusive people depending on my surroundings.

The beginning of a new series of blog posts about reclaiming ritual as a non-monogamous, mentally-ill queer.

This project is:  Community. Imperfection. DAMN CUTE. 

It doesn't matter how much experience we have, as soon as we think we've got it figured out, something bizarre emerges. Lessons we have learned time and time again still manage to take us by surprise.

Here is a quick list of obvious things that managed to completely blindside me once I started dating poly queers. Most still surprise me on a daily basis.

So much of the polyamorous community is queer, so why don’t we have very many explicitly queer spaces?  We have our own specific desires, values, and perspectives.

And so: 

THE POLYCULE, as told by a couple of queers.  A blog project about community and imperfection.