Tenderwild

 Recently, there was the Polyamory Day of Visibility and I was very aware of it, because one of my favorite facebook groups is MN Polyamory and they were hosting Polycon2023 that day.  I was bummed to miss it actually, and I was also invited to a Day of Visibility Rally in Oakland...I was up at the cabin next door to my parents' place, taking my kids tubing towed behind a jet ski, an important weekend getaway for my family and my parents.  But next year I would like to attend Polycon.  Despite not attending, just the presence of these two simultaneous events prompted me to reflect upon some things. I thought I was Ambiamorous, but I think I am naturally Polyamorous, and I am consenting to be in a closed dynamic for my spouse and I that is a V with my California partner who is open.  I feel that honors my relationship with my partner in California more.  I think it best describes how I experience magnetism towards folks too, while consciously and ethically c...

    Hi, hi!  Happy Pride Month!  Visibility matters, understanding and sharing our true selves matters.  So does being safe and sharing with an accepting audience.  This blog is my way of celebrating my Queerness this month :)   Ambiamorous, demisexual, pansexual, genderfluid demi-girl is how I currently understand my personal identity, but also agender and queer in how I philosophically see the world.  Allow me to please break this down for y'all, because, as I see it, we each have our own lens of the world.  Here is a glimpse of mine- Ambiamorous: Since I have recently learned this word, I wanted to share the definition I copied from LGBTQ+Wiki.  Here is a link, it's a helpful resource:  Ambiamorous - LGBTQIA+ Wiki Ambiamorous VIEW SOURCE DISCUSSION Ambiamorous Flag Ambiamory  is defined as the ability to enjoy both  monoamory  and  polyamory  with little to no preference between the two. This is not ...

 W inter has wrapped her icy fingers around Minnesota’s throat, Domme-ing us, Humbling us with a bite (!) how much she hurts.  Naked skin can be annihilated in an extended moment of her ethereal embrace, Ugh, the gorgeous seduction of rosy hued sun-snow-sparkle taunts me, With bated, small puffs of steamy breath, I wait for her aftercare, To melt the icicles off my eaves, and beckon me to play along her snowy curves… I’d most love to slip under the covers and cuddle, my love, as we watch the light of Spring return.

Once there was a young, wild wolf named Kit, who was extremely curious, and loved exploring the dark and beautiful forest.   Kit loved the velvety, dewy moss.   She loved the intricately patterned ferns, the towering magnificent Redwoods made her feel small and humble.   She loved the crunchy Oak leaves and hallowed acorn husks underfoot.   She was awestruck by the silvery spawn spiderwebs glowing in the sunlight amidst the dappled shadows cast by the forest canopy.   And she especially loved meeting and mingling with diverse playmates inhabiting the heart of the forest.   It felt as though she was admiring many faucets on a strange and sparkly jewel, uniquely hewn by nature.   She delighted in making friends with the cutest of creatures; racoons, foxes, crow, deer, even wolves from different packs.   While she was out gallivanting with her furry friends, her partner tended to their baby wolf pups, protecting and feeding the pack during her...

Incubate delicate dreams in speckled eggs protected by a feather-soft nest- A whispered wish fluttering madly beneath your sternum, Is freed by a paper plane we unwittingly cast under the spell of a full moon…. We are constellations of stars bathed in the crisp air of a black, wintry night. Close your eyes and slow dance with me-  Disconnect and reconnect my dots and the spaces in-between.

Gaze into these bright eyes, an artic fox on an adventure… Defying dimensions and conventions with a wry smile- The swirls of chaos deconstructing tired ways of being, Repurposed talisman for a new way to exist in the universe… Polyamory.  A narrative. Perhaps, a poem. A pretty pink thistle. Oh!  To live on the outskirts of social norms, You choose your path on your own terms.