Coming Out Poly

Over the past few weeks, Elle has grown increasingly more interested in what most would consider non-traditional things in the bedroom. She voiced an interest in D/s and BDSM, and I have always been interested in that: Nyla and I have done a great deal with that. However, I was of the mind to let Elle explore to what else was out there, so I nudged her over to CollarMe. Overall it's a good site, but there are a lot of creepies, and being that she's only 20, I was a little nervous about it. Things have turned out well, though.

My life is stressful just like everyone else's. And before you start rolling your eyes and thinking "blah, blah, blah, quit your bitching", hear me out:

This past weekend was a good weekend. I spent a lovely evening with Jenna on Friday as a late birthday dinner (she made a lovely meal, and we watched The Usual Suspects, which she'd never seen). Then Saturday was spent with Elle, lunch with Nyla, and then an evening with Nyla. But there was a bit of a miscommunication that brought things to a head and proved one thing: there is some serious need for inter-communication.

I like happy people. I especially like when I can make people happy. And it hurts - more than anyone can imagine - when I do something to make them unhappy. Or even when I seem not to be doing something. This is a bit of a touchy subject, I suppose, but a few things need to be said about it.

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.