I have a lot more in common than monogamous people than I might care to admit. See, I’m in a number of parallel open relationships, but I don’t happen to embrace the term "slut" the way a lot of fun-loving, friendly, sexually adventurous, and open people do. Not that there’s anything wrong with the term; quite the opposite. In some ways, I wish I were one. It just doesn’t resonate with me.
I happen to be in love with what society might have me believe is more than my fair share of people. I'm sleeping with most of them. Right now, I’d even say all of them. The term "in love with" implies to me a degree of reciprocity, and though there may be a fair number of people for whom I feel love without really knowing or caring about their opinions of me, I’m pretty sure that if the feeling is mutual right now, I’m already involved with them.
The fact that it’s more than my societally-allotted number of people makes me busy. Really busy. Good relationships take time and care, and I’ve got a number of them going on. So to find a new person would take a lot of effort, probably on their part. The bar is really high for my time and attention.
The truth is, casual sex would probably teach me a thing or two. I don’t even know what I don’t know about the possibilities of sex, and a great way to find out would be by demonstration. A proclivity toward low-investment, casual (but safe) sexual activity would probably benefit all of my partners when I am in bed or on the kitchen counter with them. But I find sex a lot more fun after a number of tries with the same person, and with a fair bit of emotional investment. A good and common argument for monogamy is that committed monogamous people already don’t have as much time as they want with their primaries; how can they conceive of inviting in another person who would also use up time? My rejoinder is usually that the quality of time improves in an open relationship. But there must be some limit to that as more people become involved, and I’m rapidly reaching it. Hence the term polysaturated.
I’ve noticed that about myself for a while--long enough to reserve the blogspot name. But I still run around in kink group circles, either to look for unicorns or to help get a partner laid (a rousing personal endorsement works wonders). The people are wonderful, and the events are fun and friendly. And talk about sex education--somebody in a room full of kinksters is bound to know something I don’t! But I’m not entirely happy about the message I give out constantly: I’m willing to sleep with a lot of people. And none of them are you.
Thankfully, kink and sex groups as a rule are great at honoring a culture of safety and consent. So I’ll keep going and see whom and what I can pick up.
Questions or comments? Email me directly: polysaturated at rocketmail dot com.
I happen to be in love with what society might have me believe is more than my fair share of people. I'm sleeping with most of them. Right now, I’d even say all of them. The term "in love with" implies to me a degree of reciprocity, and though there may be a fair number of people for whom I feel love without really knowing or caring about their opinions of me, I’m pretty sure that if the feeling is mutual right now, I’m already involved with them.
The fact that it’s more than my societally-allotted number of people makes me busy. Really busy. Good relationships take time and care, and I’ve got a number of them going on. So to find a new person would take a lot of effort, probably on their part. The bar is really high for my time and attention.
The truth is, casual sex would probably teach me a thing or two. I don’t even know what I don’t know about the possibilities of sex, and a great way to find out would be by demonstration. A proclivity toward low-investment, casual (but safe) sexual activity would probably benefit all of my partners when I am in bed or on the kitchen counter with them. But I find sex a lot more fun after a number of tries with the same person, and with a fair bit of emotional investment. A good and common argument for monogamy is that committed monogamous people already don’t have as much time as they want with their primaries; how can they conceive of inviting in another person who would also use up time? My rejoinder is usually that the quality of time improves in an open relationship. But there must be some limit to that as more people become involved, and I’m rapidly reaching it. Hence the term polysaturated.
I’ve noticed that about myself for a while--long enough to reserve the blogspot name. But I still run around in kink group circles, either to look for unicorns or to help get a partner laid (a rousing personal endorsement works wonders). The people are wonderful, and the events are fun and friendly. And talk about sex education--somebody in a room full of kinksters is bound to know something I don’t! But I’m not entirely happy about the message I give out constantly: I’m willing to sleep with a lot of people. And none of them are you.
Thankfully, kink and sex groups as a rule are great at honoring a culture of safety and consent. So I’ll keep going and see whom and what I can pick up.
Questions or comments? Email me directly: polysaturated at rocketmail dot com.