I don't know how it happened. It just came out.
I was having dinner with my father. One of our regular catch-up dinners.
And somehow I found myself coming out to him.
About being poly.
About my girlfriend.
And he calmed down a bit when I explained to him that my flavour of polyamory neither incorporated swinging nor casual sex with strangers.
I know damned well he doesn't approve. But at least he's trying to accept it. And I'm thinking things may be a little awkward for a while.
But hey, truth makes love stronger. At least if it is loving truth.
I hope.
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