The last 3 years of my life are best described by Leonard Cohen’s song Hallelujah: Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from … [Read more…]
You can’t make a man — or a woman — into a slave without first cutting him off from his life-force (sexual) energy, says one of my favorite gurus, Osho. The following excerpts are from Osho’s talk “The Fundamental Slavery” — the talk that has fueled my quest for sexual freedom and awakening over the last three years: … [Read more…]
Sometimes you have to knock down everything you’ve created and start from scratch Fourth night in a row sleeping in separate rooms. Longest we’ve done that. Tonight is the hardest. Nora cried because “everything is changing.” I start a new job tomorrow and am going to look at a room for rent in an all-women’s … [Read more…]
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As I’ve said in the past, polyamory is for the privileged. In a world that values economic productivity over personal growth and relationships, most of us are programmed to spend more time keeping up with the Joneses than we are connecting with our loved ones. At the end of a long day or week of … [Read more…]
I had such a good thing going with Brad. The last three weeks were the best of our almost-7-year relationship. We’d never been more intimate or gotten along so well. Wanting to further heal our relationship – that had recently come so close to ending – I volunteered to be monogamous until we felt solid … [Read more…]
I am so worn out emotionally, but I am going to try to summarize what’s happened in the last three weeks. In short, Brad and I miraculously healed our relationship overnight, committed to temporary monogamy, made an exception for group sex, and then I “cheated” on Brad with Ben. Temporary monogamy with Brad I had … [Read more…]
When we first moved to Asheville two years ago, I talked Brad into buying us sort-of-matching alpaca sweaters in a little Peruvian boutique downtown. The gypsy-looking saleswoman said she was certain we were twin flames. At the time, we had no idea what she meant. Twin flames are two halves of one soul that split … [Read more…]