Polycurious_Adam
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Three days ago, I was a codependent, possessive, monogamist. Today I know these things about myself. I didn't realize how strong my conditioning was. It seems that using religion and mass media to manipulate people's worldview from cradle to grave is an effective way to control them. I just identified that control being exercised in me. The way I felt about the woman I love seemed to depend on adherence to the archaic notion of monogamy.
Until very recently, I felt good about it. It's very convenient to avoid feelings of jealousy and suspicion by just promising to never do anything to stir those feelings. Convenient, but not very effective! Living mono, I still felt those feelings. I just had my faith in her to keep me afloat. I knew she would never do anything to hurt me. I didn't realize I was walking right into codependence.
I feel like codependence is actually celebrated in movies and television, masquerading as chivalry and romance. I thought I was a better partner for living up to the images I was shown. I never really thought much about it. I also thought that ethical non-monogamy was just for swingers.
I thought that the only way anyone could be okay with their partner having sex with someone else would be if they could somehow separate the act of sex from any sort of emotional involvement which that usually comes with. I was keeping the whole idea in the dildo drawer!
When I learned that polyamory is about being free to become romantically involved with other people, I was shocked. Somehow that seemed worse than sex! And then it started. The ideas that I had in my head were in conflict. What exactly do I mean by "worse than sex?" What is romance? What could it be? Why do I feel like I'm waking up? And what is that light at the end of the tunnel?
I'm sorry for the rambling post, but I feel comfortable expressing my feelings through writing, and just typing this is helping me sort out how I feel and what I want. I've got a long way to go undoing the conditioning I've gotten, but think I'm unplugged now.
Thanks for reading!
Until very recently, I felt good about it. It's very convenient to avoid feelings of jealousy and suspicion by just promising to never do anything to stir those feelings. Convenient, but not very effective! Living mono, I still felt those feelings. I just had my faith in her to keep me afloat. I knew she would never do anything to hurt me. I didn't realize I was walking right into codependence.
I feel like codependence is actually celebrated in movies and television, masquerading as chivalry and romance. I thought I was a better partner for living up to the images I was shown. I never really thought much about it. I also thought that ethical non-monogamy was just for swingers.
I thought that the only way anyone could be okay with their partner having sex with someone else would be if they could somehow separate the act of sex from any sort of emotional involvement which that usually comes with. I was keeping the whole idea in the dildo drawer!
When I learned that polyamory is about being free to become romantically involved with other people, I was shocked. Somehow that seemed worse than sex! And then it started. The ideas that I had in my head were in conflict. What exactly do I mean by "worse than sex?" What is romance? What could it be? Why do I feel like I'm waking up? And what is that light at the end of the tunnel?
I'm sorry for the rambling post, but I feel comfortable expressing my feelings through writing, and just typing this is helping me sort out how I feel and what I want. I've got a long way to go undoing the conditioning I've gotten, but think I'm unplugged now.
Thanks for reading!