*Note: This was originally written on September 1, 2011. I have just been waiting for a good moment to post it.
It is a Thursday morning and I am lying in bed alone. I am awake enough that I could easily get out of bed, and it is around the time to do so. However, I stay in bed, enjoying my fantasies.
Oh… well, then.
What I previously thought to be the incision site was not. It was dried blood, or the sutures falling out, or some other scabby material that has since been cleaned away. This morning, I found the actual site… and it is directly where the navel discomfort is.
SwingBot and I have been such a sad pair this past week. He broke his elbow and then his tooth. I went in for surgery. He needed heavy painkillers, but abstained while I was on them, so one of us would not be fully muddled. Now, he is on and off heavy painkillers and I am getting back to normal.
I get jealous easily, though I think that I handle it pretty well. (SwingBot and former boyfriends might now be mopping the drinks they just spit onto their monitors after having read that.) My initial reaction, when surprised by an interest or attraction that my partner has for another person, is to feel some sense of possessive jealousy against the previous unknown. That changes quickly, though, to enjoying the idea of my partner having fun with the other, once I get over the initial shock.
I previously noted that, before I even heard about the idea of polyamory, I often questioned the one-for-one model of romance. My imagination is limited; my thinking, fantasies, expectations, etc. generally fell along the lines of what society dictated: one woman + one man = one romance. However, I still had niggling doubts, some that could form into full questions or concepts, but some that hinted at ideas I could not express.
This topic is probably making SwingBot sweat and BG run for the hills. So, my dears, let me preface this by saying that it is not about our current activities, and not about changing our arrangement. Please relax.
BG and I chat online during non-play date evenings… probably too often. As a result, SwingBot has been jokingly referring to BG as \”your boyfriend\” for a very long time now. I have, all too frequently, lost track of the hour and stayed up later than I intended while chatting with BG.
SwingBot secretly hates having sex. He even breaks his bones to get out of it!
The past week has been \”interesting\” sexually. SwingBot and I had to go on a cross-country trip, leaving Sunday and returning Friday. We knew, going out, that our trip would be an unpleasant combination of boredom and stress. On top of that, we both expected no sex for the duration.
I was listening to a podcast in which a husband said that he took his wife to a strip club to get a lap dance while she watched, and then tried to switch it so that she got the lap dance. She shot him down when he tried to make the switch. The wife was also on the podcast, and argued that it had been really early on in their experience, apparently having to defend her decision to block his intentions. Another man on the podcast noted that she should have been drunk or at least buzzed, so as to allow the bisexual experience. Overall, the tone was that the man was entitled to have the woman do something out of her comfort zone, without even consulting her first, and her inhibitions ruined his fun.