My Life as an Introvert
It's pretty strange, I suppose, but for a person who will have long intimate conversations with anyone who will sit still for it, I am often very shy about putting myself out there. For instance, I have no idea why anyone would want to read my blog. I am fairly normal except for my marriage and marriage- to- be. Polyamory does tend to intrigue people.
I am one of the lucky ones though. People who know me even slightly know about Jose and Jane, and for the most part, either are supportive, don't care, or at least don't let me know they are bothered. I don't usually wave my blue to pink flag very high, but I do talk about my family as if it were normal, because it is, for me. When someone asks who the picture of the woman on my desk is, I say it's Jane, and that she is my girlfriend. Or if they ask about Jose, I let them know he is my husband.
I have noticed, however, that letting people know you are polyamorous tends to make them lose all need to respect your privacy. When I was monogamous, no one asked me how my ex-husband and I did in the bedroom or how we got along. No one asked me if I liked girls more than boys or vice versa. And they certainly never asked me how threesomes are. But I have been asked all that and more by people who work with me, or I meet out on the street, or that I am trying to buy a wedding ring from.
I wonder if these people even realize what they are asking. It's not that I am trying to hide anything, but it feels a little wierd to know people want these details. I have to ask, what about your life causes people to intrude further than you were expecting?
I am one of the lucky ones though. People who know me even slightly know about Jose and Jane, and for the most part, either are supportive, don't care, or at least don't let me know they are bothered. I don't usually wave my blue to pink flag very high, but I do talk about my family as if it were normal, because it is, for me. When someone asks who the picture of the woman on my desk is, I say it's Jane, and that she is my girlfriend. Or if they ask about Jose, I let them know he is my husband.
I have noticed, however, that letting people know you are polyamorous tends to make them lose all need to respect your privacy. When I was monogamous, no one asked me how my ex-husband and I did in the bedroom or how we got along. No one asked me if I liked girls more than boys or vice versa. And they certainly never asked me how threesomes are. But I have been asked all that and more by people who work with me, or I meet out on the street, or that I am trying to buy a wedding ring from.
I wonder if these people even realize what they are asking. It's not that I am trying to hide anything, but it feels a little wierd to know people want these details. I have to ask, what about your life causes people to intrude further than you were expecting?