Queenofwords
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Hi, call me Words, I'm a 22 year old bisexual mostly-woman. I've always been the sole advocate for polyamory in a sea of committed and not-so committed monogamists - not-so committed here meaning cheaters who thought they'd have me in their corner. Not in a million years.
The boyfriend:
I met my boyfriend Artaud close to a year ago in a uni class. Initially, I didn't think much of him, he was plain-looking, always late, started rolling cigarettes half an hour before break. But when we got to talking, he turned out to be the most interesting person I'd met at uni so far. I went home with him that night, and our next two dates each spanned multiple days. I was immediately smitten.
After two weeks, he brought me to a party from his student association. We took X that night, which was a first for me, and I met many of his friends. We ended up talking about how I'd feel about him kissing his friends, and I told him to knock himself out, I'd think it was sweet. That's when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted a relationship with him. Elated, I said yes. We spent the rest of the party staring into each other's eyes, from time to time pushing away his friends, who were playfully laughing at us.
Since then, it's been idyllic. I practically moved in with him from the start, and after a few months officially. We both realized we were going fast, but we made sure to keep communicating clearly and openly to make sure all was good. From the beginning, our relationship was open, we could sleep with whomever we wanted to. It was pretty much entirely hypothetical, we were still too wrapped up in each other to notice other people. He had a couple opportunities, which I told him to go for if he wanted to, but he never did.
There was only one problem: whereas Artaud liked sex for sex, I need a connection with someone to sleep with them. Not necessarily romantic feelings, but something more just wanting to bang. When I brought this up, he understood, said we could explore that, go from an open relationship to a polyamorous one, whatever that meant for us. He also knew immediately the reason I was now bringing this up: one of his/our close friends, Peter.
The Other Man:
At the party Artaud asked me to be his girlfriend, I was introduced to one of his friends, Peter. Even on drugs, Peter was elegant, polished, dignified, and - as I found out when he took off his shirt on a dare - goddamn ripped. Riding my own very pleasant high, I felt immediately interested, but in a distant way, and also, I was there with my brand new boyfriend.
I started hanging out with Artaud's friends more and more, becoming quite close with them. I wasn't that close with Peter, as I felt a bit nervous around him, he was very impressive to me in all he had accomplished and the way he carried himself and took care of himself. It was a small, distant crush that I secretly cherished but never planned to act on.
Until the night Artaud, Peter, another friend and I decided to take some magic mushrooms in the park. Artaud and the other friend were completely caught up in their own little world, but Peter and I felt connected the entire night. When we eventually all went home, there was a spark when we said goodbye that I attributed to the drugs.
Then at another rave, once again on X, Peter and I spent the entire night cuddling and talking. Artaud knew about my crush at this point, and later told me he thought Peter and I had looked very cute together. Peter said some things that night that kept running through my head later, such as that he loved me and that I was something beautiful that had happened to him. I told myself it was the drugs talking, but I never say anything I don't mean when on drugs.
Things came to a head when Artaud was on holiday. Peter came over to help me meditate, and we ended up kissing. I texted Artaud immediately and he told me he was happy for me, but please not to take things further while he was away. Peter and I both agreed this was the best course of action. I ended up going over to his place a few days later, and I slept there. Initially, Artaud had given his blessing for that, but due to a communication error on my part, he ended up feeling pretty hurt and angry that I hadn't let him know properly.
When he got back, we talked it out. I apologized, he accepted, and we started to talk through the insecurities that had come up on his part regarding the situation. Unfortunately, the week we spent doing that was the only week both Artaud and Peter were in the country. It was of course worth it to give Artaud the security he needed, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit frustrating, because there wouldn't be another opportunity to talk for a month.
Now, Artaud is on holiday again. Peter and I have seen each other a couple of times. It's been frustrating to not be able to do anything more than kiss, but neither of us is going to betray Artaud's trust like that.
We've been out together with a few friends, two of whom already knew about the situation - and I guess the others now know as well.
It's all so new and exciting, and while some of our friends think we're complicating things for ourselves, to me and Peter, that's part of the fun. Even being so sexually frustrated is kind of amazing.
Artaud is getting back today, I've been antsy waiting for him all day. I've been yearning for him like crazy. It's been so good to feel that despite everything happening with Peter, my love for Artaud has not only remained strong, but grown impossibly stronger. And Artaud has gotten over the mistake I made, and he's back to being happy for me and Peter, back to enjoying seeing two people he loves caring about each other.
Peter is joining us for dinner sometime next week, to talk things through and spend a pleasant evening together. I'm looking forward to it.
The boyfriend:
I met my boyfriend Artaud close to a year ago in a uni class. Initially, I didn't think much of him, he was plain-looking, always late, started rolling cigarettes half an hour before break. But when we got to talking, he turned out to be the most interesting person I'd met at uni so far. I went home with him that night, and our next two dates each spanned multiple days. I was immediately smitten.
After two weeks, he brought me to a party from his student association. We took X that night, which was a first for me, and I met many of his friends. We ended up talking about how I'd feel about him kissing his friends, and I told him to knock himself out, I'd think it was sweet. That's when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted a relationship with him. Elated, I said yes. We spent the rest of the party staring into each other's eyes, from time to time pushing away his friends, who were playfully laughing at us.
Since then, it's been idyllic. I practically moved in with him from the start, and after a few months officially. We both realized we were going fast, but we made sure to keep communicating clearly and openly to make sure all was good. From the beginning, our relationship was open, we could sleep with whomever we wanted to. It was pretty much entirely hypothetical, we were still too wrapped up in each other to notice other people. He had a couple opportunities, which I told him to go for if he wanted to, but he never did.
There was only one problem: whereas Artaud liked sex for sex, I need a connection with someone to sleep with them. Not necessarily romantic feelings, but something more just wanting to bang. When I brought this up, he understood, said we could explore that, go from an open relationship to a polyamorous one, whatever that meant for us. He also knew immediately the reason I was now bringing this up: one of his/our close friends, Peter.
The Other Man:
At the party Artaud asked me to be his girlfriend, I was introduced to one of his friends, Peter. Even on drugs, Peter was elegant, polished, dignified, and - as I found out when he took off his shirt on a dare - goddamn ripped. Riding my own very pleasant high, I felt immediately interested, but in a distant way, and also, I was there with my brand new boyfriend.
I started hanging out with Artaud's friends more and more, becoming quite close with them. I wasn't that close with Peter, as I felt a bit nervous around him, he was very impressive to me in all he had accomplished and the way he carried himself and took care of himself. It was a small, distant crush that I secretly cherished but never planned to act on.
Until the night Artaud, Peter, another friend and I decided to take some magic mushrooms in the park. Artaud and the other friend were completely caught up in their own little world, but Peter and I felt connected the entire night. When we eventually all went home, there was a spark when we said goodbye that I attributed to the drugs.
Then at another rave, once again on X, Peter and I spent the entire night cuddling and talking. Artaud knew about my crush at this point, and later told me he thought Peter and I had looked very cute together. Peter said some things that night that kept running through my head later, such as that he loved me and that I was something beautiful that had happened to him. I told myself it was the drugs talking, but I never say anything I don't mean when on drugs.
Things came to a head when Artaud was on holiday. Peter came over to help me meditate, and we ended up kissing. I texted Artaud immediately and he told me he was happy for me, but please not to take things further while he was away. Peter and I both agreed this was the best course of action. I ended up going over to his place a few days later, and I slept there. Initially, Artaud had given his blessing for that, but due to a communication error on my part, he ended up feeling pretty hurt and angry that I hadn't let him know properly.
When he got back, we talked it out. I apologized, he accepted, and we started to talk through the insecurities that had come up on his part regarding the situation. Unfortunately, the week we spent doing that was the only week both Artaud and Peter were in the country. It was of course worth it to give Artaud the security he needed, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit frustrating, because there wouldn't be another opportunity to talk for a month.
Now, Artaud is on holiday again. Peter and I have seen each other a couple of times. It's been frustrating to not be able to do anything more than kiss, but neither of us is going to betray Artaud's trust like that.
We've been out together with a few friends, two of whom already knew about the situation - and I guess the others now know as well.
It's all so new and exciting, and while some of our friends think we're complicating things for ourselves, to me and Peter, that's part of the fun. Even being so sexually frustrated is kind of amazing.
Artaud is getting back today, I've been antsy waiting for him all day. I've been yearning for him like crazy. It's been so good to feel that despite everything happening with Peter, my love for Artaud has not only remained strong, but grown impossibly stronger. And Artaud has gotten over the mistake I made, and he's back to being happy for me and Peter, back to enjoying seeing two people he loves caring about each other.
Peter is joining us for dinner sometime next week, to talk things through and spend a pleasant evening together. I'm looking forward to it.
