First of all, I guess I should explain 'polyamory' - a horrible mishmash of a word but the name for something quite glorious. Polyamory is the practice of being open to being involved in more than one romantic relationship at a time. Second, let me clear something up - this is not about sex ( it can be but not always).Why am I writing? To explain things and extol the virtues of a lifestyle that has made me, and a lot of my friends, much happier. ...more
When I was getting divorced, no one told me, “Congratulations!” or “Good job!” Instead, they frowned, rubbed my shoulders and wanted to cry. Only, I was euphoric; I was liberated from my controlling husband and it wasn’t easy taking the final steps to leave.
The My Crazy Sane column will be a regular part of this blog but by no means the whole thing. This is my effort to shed light on issues people in recovery from mental illness face by sharing my personal experiences as well as the experiences of others when appropriate. ...more
It's more common for fat-positive writers and activists — particularly women — to be coupled. There's Lindy West and Ahamefule J. Oluo. Kate Harding and Al Iverson. Lesley Kinzel and Dennis Scimeca.In fact, it was Kate Harding’s blog post “On Dumb Luck” which sparked my observation:...more
Can you please take out the trash? Can you please empty the dishwasher? Easy requests for most; not so for me. I have always had a hard time asking for things, having grown up being self-sufficient and self-reliant. Both my parents proudly claimed they “never had to ask for anything for anyone,” and I have mimicked their behaviors.
Practicing the lost art of loving thyself tonight. It’s incredible to me how the people we allow to get closest to our souls are the ones who are capable of the most damage, and at times choose to exact that punishment. The hurt runs deep and for some of us, never leaves. Do you think they know that? Worse question: what do you do if they know that and don’t care?...more
My husband has always been happy to stay at a Motel 8. He wasn’t particular about which hotel I picked as long as it was affordable and didn’t have bed bugs. I, on the other hand, while not exactly a Prima Donna, confess to being a touch of the Princess and the Pea. (Or more like the Russian Girl and a Breadcrumb.)