I had lunch today with an old friend, Lucy, a woman that I had a relationship with a while back. She was the first outside relationship when Nyla and I began our open/poly marriage. Things with her went well, there was a decent connection between us, but it ended for a reason that had been brought up in the relationship but was elaborated upon at lunch. I know that she'll probably read this, so please don't take this as a personal attack on you - it's more a response to the very common idea that comes up with poly relationships (especially if you're the second, third, etc.

So Nyla and I had our interview yesterday evening, and it went very well. The woman that interviewed us was very kind and very open to our way of life. It's nice to meet those kinds of people.

So tomorrow Nyla and I have an interview with a woman doing research on "non-traditional marriage in American". She's written another book, too, so I trust her to be genuine, but I'm curious to know what exactly she's looking for with the knowledge she gains from us poly folk. I suppose we'll see - and then I'll tell you about it.

L. E. Modesitt (he's a science fiction author) wrote a blog post not too long ago, that I'd wanted to comment on, but never got around to doing so until now. While the post is on genre fiction and its relationship with the "literary establishment", he makes a good point further on in the post - which is what I was inspired by.

Nyla and I made the conscious decision, when we fully realized that we were poly, to only tell a select group of people. Everyone else could just be left in the dark. My best friend, Steg, was the first, followed closely by Nyla's sister and my brother. For a long time, they were the only ones who knew. They were really the only ones we cared to tell because for us, it was somewhat of a private matter. I knew, though, that I would eventually want to tell my dad, which was going to be very tough.