no.

No.

I never quite mastered that one syllable word.

One syllable.

Why is it so hard?

I can say things like “ameliorate,” and “cacophony.” I can write poems and plays and short stories. I can digest literature in various forms from various time periods and from a multitude of cultures and perspectives.

Commanding words is my life. It is how I move from page to page of this existence.

Yet one word sticks in my throat like peanut butter on a hot day.

Why?

Because I have yet to conquer that one lingering fear, that one monster in my closet, that one wild beast living under my bed. My boogie man is rejection. Or at least, what I perceive as rejection. [READ MORE]

on polyamory.

For those who stop by regularly, you’ll know that this is not the first post on polyamory I’ve published.

Within the last two years or so, I’ve been blessed with exposure to multiple different types of love, sex, sexuality, expression, etc. It’s been at times shocking and difficult to accept or absorb, and at other times intriguing and curious.

For whatever reason, I found myself surfing for information on polyamory today and came across this great, eight-part series of blog posts written by a person sharing their perspective on 20-years of experience. I found each post interesting and informative to say the least and thought I’d share excerpts from each for your enjoyment.

If you’re interested in reading more, feel free to simply click the “[MORE]” link following each excerpt:

20 Years of Polyamory
It’s now been right at 20 years that I’ve been polyamorous. For the first 6 years or so, I didn’t know the word polyamory, but once I heard it, that clearly described what I was trying to do. In that 20 years, I’ve been a teenager trying (and failing) to date polyamorously, been single, been married (and then divorced). I’ve had moments where I felt pretty smug about my poly experiences and then I’ve had moments where I felt like I was utterly failing at poly. I’ve had times where I was dating several different people at once and times where I wasn’t interested in other people at all. I’ve been in the middle of jealousy expressed violently, and I’ve seen compersion at its most wonderful. [READ MORE]

lgbt love: a letter to “first timers”

This letter was originally published via an advice column featured in “Out in America.” I was so intrigued by the therapist’s response, I felt I just had to share it.

I can speak for no one but myself when I say that relationships are among the most challenging experiences I’ve ever faced in life. I agree wholeheartedly with the columnist’s perspective that although difficult, it is often through our relationships that we come to see and understand those parts of ourselves that still need work.

Hopefully, this advice goes as much to your heart as it did to mine. ENJOY! [READ MORE]