About me
There are some things about myself that I should tell before continuing on.
I'm thirty-one years old. I'm a white male, six-foot-two inches tall, about one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. I'm a professor at a university in a major metropolitan area. I am also a grad student at this same university. It can be confusing, sometimes, which ethics I should persue, but I usually take the best of both worlds. Some people will be refered to as students, in which case they have been students of mine, and others will be refered to as peers, in which case I have taken a class as a student with them.
I am polyamorous. I do not believe in having monogomous relationships (although I respect the rights of others to do so). I have not told this to my mother, thus the pen name, and the pseudonyms for all of the players in my story. I have dated two girls for over a year each, and I constantly find myself dating others as well. Everyone that I date knows about the situation, everyone knows about everyone else, as much or as little as they wish to know, but I don't live on orgy island. All of the relationships are separate, distinct relationships, where my time in that relationship is spent on that relationship and that relationship alone. Most of the people I date also have other, active relationships.
I am divorced. I had a long (ten-plus years) relationship with a woman, traveled the world with her, and eventually married her. We began to experiment with having an open marriage, but it didn't work out for her, and she moved to Europe and left me for a man I affectionately refer to as "Dutch-Butt" whom, she claims, just couldn't handle her being with another man. She left for Europe with my full and complete support (we'd been in long-distance relationships before), and ended up kind of fucking me over. Yes, I'm a little bitter, but I will say that it was the easiest divorce in the whole of human history because we didn't have anything--no kids, no mortgage, no debt--and so she got the dog and I got the car.
I decided not to shrivel up into a defeated ball of ex-man after the divorce--although the idea to give up was strangly tempting (and I did watch a lot of "Fight Club" during that period)--but instead strengthened my resolve to make polyamory work. I just didn't see the point of making a monogomous-style commitment to someone else when it plainly wouldn't make me happy. I realized that most of making a polyamorous situation work well was to recognize and accept that your partner(s) would be having sex with other people. That is, other men. Other men would be placing their penises in a place where your mouth goes, and that had to be alright.
Seriously, this is the major obstacle for most males given the subject of polyamory. Women seem to accept it more openly that their man's dick is going to be in another woman's pussy--I think I have a mini-rant about how society encourages lesbianism around here somewhere--but men...oh no. Men can't stand the thought of their pussy being penetrated by some strange cock. Why, if they go down on the woman, that's practically sucking on another man's dick, and no man in his right mind is going to suck on another man's dick.
Grow up. That's the only reaction I have to all that double-standard bullshit. If you're dating a woman whose pussy is constantly filled with strange men's cum, then you potentially need to re-evaluate said relationship.
I should also point out that I am a straight male. I am 100% not gay. I know this because I had sex with another man and couldn't stop laughing about halfway through it. I think it was more than just the acid that I was on--it was my psyche saying, "Okay, that's enough. Now you know." I have no desire for dick, although I don't mind a little prostate stimulation in an appropriate setting. I like pussy, I like tits, and I like the way a woman's body curves. I don't get grossed out by dick--it just doesn't make me hungry the way the glimpse of a woman's ankle does.
I am very honest. The anonymity of this blog makes me even moreso. I expect people to read this blog and judge me for it. That doesn't bother me. It's a natural facet of human reaction to do just that: react. Especially when it's in regards to stimuli that aren't often felt. I feel that I live that life, and that most people aren't used to the idea. Sure, they've been around, and I know I'm not breaking any records, or inventing anything new here. But I live a life that has often been termed a "bad life" with complete peace with regards to myself and my decisions. I don't always make the right decision--in fact, I may make a lot of wrong ones--but I stick to my guns, and have no problems talking about the ins and outs of my world. Sometimes I wonder if we hadn't had more successful and sympathetic heroin addicts talk about how they deal with thier controversial lives instead of the D.A.R.E. program if this country wouldn't be a little more relaxed.
I'm thirty-one years old. I'm a white male, six-foot-two inches tall, about one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. I'm a professor at a university in a major metropolitan area. I am also a grad student at this same university. It can be confusing, sometimes, which ethics I should persue, but I usually take the best of both worlds. Some people will be refered to as students, in which case they have been students of mine, and others will be refered to as peers, in which case I have taken a class as a student with them.
I am polyamorous. I do not believe in having monogomous relationships (although I respect the rights of others to do so). I have not told this to my mother, thus the pen name, and the pseudonyms for all of the players in my story. I have dated two girls for over a year each, and I constantly find myself dating others as well. Everyone that I date knows about the situation, everyone knows about everyone else, as much or as little as they wish to know, but I don't live on orgy island. All of the relationships are separate, distinct relationships, where my time in that relationship is spent on that relationship and that relationship alone. Most of the people I date also have other, active relationships.
I am divorced. I had a long (ten-plus years) relationship with a woman, traveled the world with her, and eventually married her. We began to experiment with having an open marriage, but it didn't work out for her, and she moved to Europe and left me for a man I affectionately refer to as "Dutch-Butt" whom, she claims, just couldn't handle her being with another man. She left for Europe with my full and complete support (we'd been in long-distance relationships before), and ended up kind of fucking me over. Yes, I'm a little bitter, but I will say that it was the easiest divorce in the whole of human history because we didn't have anything--no kids, no mortgage, no debt--and so she got the dog and I got the car.
I decided not to shrivel up into a defeated ball of ex-man after the divorce--although the idea to give up was strangly tempting (and I did watch a lot of "Fight Club" during that period)--but instead strengthened my resolve to make polyamory work. I just didn't see the point of making a monogomous-style commitment to someone else when it plainly wouldn't make me happy. I realized that most of making a polyamorous situation work well was to recognize and accept that your partner(s) would be having sex with other people. That is, other men. Other men would be placing their penises in a place where your mouth goes, and that had to be alright.
Seriously, this is the major obstacle for most males given the subject of polyamory. Women seem to accept it more openly that their man's dick is going to be in another woman's pussy--I think I have a mini-rant about how society encourages lesbianism around here somewhere--but men...oh no. Men can't stand the thought of their pussy being penetrated by some strange cock. Why, if they go down on the woman, that's practically sucking on another man's dick, and no man in his right mind is going to suck on another man's dick.
Grow up. That's the only reaction I have to all that double-standard bullshit. If you're dating a woman whose pussy is constantly filled with strange men's cum, then you potentially need to re-evaluate said relationship.
I should also point out that I am a straight male. I am 100% not gay. I know this because I had sex with another man and couldn't stop laughing about halfway through it. I think it was more than just the acid that I was on--it was my psyche saying, "Okay, that's enough. Now you know." I have no desire for dick, although I don't mind a little prostate stimulation in an appropriate setting. I like pussy, I like tits, and I like the way a woman's body curves. I don't get grossed out by dick--it just doesn't make me hungry the way the glimpse of a woman's ankle does.
I am very honest. The anonymity of this blog makes me even moreso. I expect people to read this blog and judge me for it. That doesn't bother me. It's a natural facet of human reaction to do just that: react. Especially when it's in regards to stimuli that aren't often felt. I feel that I live that life, and that most people aren't used to the idea. Sure, they've been around, and I know I'm not breaking any records, or inventing anything new here. But I live a life that has often been termed a "bad life" with complete peace with regards to myself and my decisions. I don't always make the right decision--in fact, I may make a lot of wrong ones--but I stick to my guns, and have no problems talking about the ins and outs of my world. Sometimes I wonder if we hadn't had more successful and sympathetic heroin addicts talk about how they deal with thier controversial lives instead of the D.A.R.E. program if this country wouldn't be a little more relaxed.
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