Polyamory Day of Visibility Musings

 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 choosing to not give energy to those potential connections I experience out in the wild.  

 I could have chosen to edit my last post, but maybe it will be helpful to keep it somehow in some way.  We are "life saturated" right now.  It makes sense, and my nervous system is grateful for the pause. It might be forever, and I am at peace with that.  Just here on this journey for all its honest twists and turns. 

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