I talk through jealousy and how it differs from envy and possession, giving examples of how this can cause confusion or needless communication breakdowns.
I also touch on how these differences appear in monogamous versus polyamorous relationships.
I have been thinking, recently, why I am so unpleasant to be around (very few people like my company) and, after some thought and consultation with someone who understands me, I think I have made the basic observation: I am just too negative and intense about the things which soak in my mind
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Tonight was its usual self: met up with Dave and then went to the Cage. It was generally a good night but I found my self in a few conversations which make more sense in a different style
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I talk through a bunch of terms and how they are defined: polyamory, monogamy, non-monogamy, ethical non-monogamy, swinging, open relationships, polyfidelity, etc.
Trudging through the frozen wasteland, my mind wanders to the place where purpose and meaning are debated. In recent times, I have found the occasional warm stone, which I have cherished and brought with me, but I wonder why they are all so hard to find. Some I find when digging through tainted soil, some I find in old statues, and one I even
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Sarah and I had been discussing creating this new YouTube channel to talk about polyamorous concepts for a while but it has been difficult to get reliable time with her or the others we would need in order to get this going so I decided to just make a break for it, with the limited expertise I have in video.
As the new implementation of events.oa takes shape, I figured I would use it to show of the stuff I have been doing in Minecraft single-player or with breakherbelljar in multi-player.
Yesterday evening, I was reminded of something I have felt in the past: I become suspicious of people who try to "butter me up". I was reminded because someone I was talking to referred to my approach to a discussion as implying that I was an "intellectual". I don't really know if that is meant to be a classification of how I approach reality (
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Slowly waking and feeling that subtle out-of-sorts-ness in my head, reminding me of a rough night, I feel a warm hand on my back. I start to smile before I realize the implications. Afraid, I turn to look and see a smiling figure sitting next to me. For a moment, she looks familiar: long black hair and short bangs framing her face, wearing such
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