My Monogamy : Afterword

In the prior entry about my monogamous nature, not knowing that Alexandra would be posting an entry about her polyamorous inclinations, I drew the veil of abstraction over what I wrote.

You see, Alexandra knows that I’ve called myself biologically monogamous. A meaningless mix of words but a reasonable image of my sense of my affectional orientation.

Bitchy recently wrote of her polyamorous relationship with Pan. So I wrote to her. Bitchy pointed out that polyamory doesn’t have to be permanent. If it doesn’t work: stop.

Not that the heart is famous for following reason. Who knows what primal demons lurk in the back of my brain, hidden until summoned by events.

Distance adds fear. The known demon of uncertainty. Distance also spawns the desire for self-expression when it can’t otherwise be had.

Easily I could rattle off dozens of contingencies and their outcome. You probably have while reading this. Today I’ll opt for brevity.

The dice rattle.