Coming Out
The Dance Complex has a donations table. A couple of weeks ago it had a book called I'm Not Crazy, I just Lost my Glasses. It's author interviewed and took portraits of people who have been in mental institutions. I naturally took it home, expecting it would be a great source of solace, and inspiration.
I started reading it tonight. I came across a name I recognized, Dossie Easton. I've never met her, but nevertheless she has had a profound impact on my life, so seeing an additional facet of her story is quite poignant.
She is a co-author of the book The Ethical Slut, which has been a major source of inspiration in my exploration of who I am in relationships. What I am about to say some of you already know. I've been tossing it around for quite some time now, always applying it to an abstract concept, rather than myself.
I've chosen a difficult path to be sure, and I know that sometimes I will lose my footing. But I don't fear it; finally, I own it.
I am polyamorous.
I started reading it tonight. I came across a name I recognized, Dossie Easton. I've never met her, but nevertheless she has had a profound impact on my life, so seeing an additional facet of her story is quite poignant.
She is a co-author of the book The Ethical Slut, which has been a major source of inspiration in my exploration of who I am in relationships. What I am about to say some of you already know. I've been tossing it around for quite some time now, always applying it to an abstract concept, rather than myself.
I've chosen a difficult path to be sure, and I know that sometimes I will lose my footing. But I don't fear it; finally, I own it.
I am polyamorous.