dingedheart
Well-known member
Hi, I just thought of another question.
In the mono world, the intimate act of sex has sacred status. In the poly world, that sacred status is given to furniture, places, rooms, sexual positions or acts, shower stalls and even shoes. "You can wear my partner, so to speak, but I draw the line with my shoes, god damn it." It seems a bit crazy, particularly the sexual position one. Not real verifiable. Is this some mental game of replacement? Is there some need for sacred status to replace a perceived loss?
That said, I requested three rules. Yes, Redpepper, rules. I think I heard your teeth mash together. Sorry. And not just rules, but RULES. The good part is, there are only three.
Anyway...
Rule 1. Not at our house. Not because I place sacred status on or around the house, but because of the neighborhood we live in. We are very close with the neighbors, relationship-wise, not in proximity. Everyone notices everything. Kind of a fish bowl, so to speak, but in a good way. We all look out for each other. In the summer, on most Friday nights, my neighbor pulls old couches from his garage and people stop by for a beer or two. Adults talk/argue with the guy, who's a lawyer, and the kids run all over, just having fun. We have only one family out of ten or so that I'm indifferent to, and that's a choice they have made, to isolate themselves.
Rule 2. This is big: don't bring anything home. "I don't want to catch so much as a fucking cold. If I do, no one will be happy." Translation: your life and his will become extremely unpleasant. And as happiness is the stated goal, then everybody better be very fucking careful. No pun intended. Pretty easy to remember.
Rule 3. He is not allowed to drive my Mustang convertible. It took my dad and me three summers to restore, so I get to say who sits in or drives that car. We've got a fleet. Take something else. The thing is, that car is known in the community. I don't want somebody to say, "Hey, I saw your car, the driver didn't look like you." (Maybe I'm being a dick about this, as I have let our 17-yr old neighbor use it to take out his new girlfriend. That was such a cool moment, for both him and me. He really really appreciated it, and it was my idea. I guess I don't care if they fuck in it, just do it in the garage. I don't think she/they know this, however. Don't think I'm going to share that, either.)
Well, I look forward to reading why I'm wrong. haha
Thanks,
D
In the mono world, the intimate act of sex has sacred status. In the poly world, that sacred status is given to furniture, places, rooms, sexual positions or acts, shower stalls and even shoes. "You can wear my partner, so to speak, but I draw the line with my shoes, god damn it." It seems a bit crazy, particularly the sexual position one. Not real verifiable. Is this some mental game of replacement? Is there some need for sacred status to replace a perceived loss?
That said, I requested three rules. Yes, Redpepper, rules. I think I heard your teeth mash together. Sorry. And not just rules, but RULES. The good part is, there are only three.
Anyway...
Rule 1. Not at our house. Not because I place sacred status on or around the house, but because of the neighborhood we live in. We are very close with the neighbors, relationship-wise, not in proximity. Everyone notices everything. Kind of a fish bowl, so to speak, but in a good way. We all look out for each other. In the summer, on most Friday nights, my neighbor pulls old couches from his garage and people stop by for a beer or two. Adults talk/argue with the guy, who's a lawyer, and the kids run all over, just having fun. We have only one family out of ten or so that I'm indifferent to, and that's a choice they have made, to isolate themselves.
Rule 2. This is big: don't bring anything home. "I don't want to catch so much as a fucking cold. If I do, no one will be happy." Translation: your life and his will become extremely unpleasant. And as happiness is the stated goal, then everybody better be very fucking careful. No pun intended. Pretty easy to remember.
Rule 3. He is not allowed to drive my Mustang convertible. It took my dad and me three summers to restore, so I get to say who sits in or drives that car. We've got a fleet. Take something else. The thing is, that car is known in the community. I don't want somebody to say, "Hey, I saw your car, the driver didn't look like you." (Maybe I'm being a dick about this, as I have let our 17-yr old neighbor use it to take out his new girlfriend. That was such a cool moment, for both him and me. He really really appreciated it, and it was my idea. I guess I don't care if they fuck in it, just do it in the garage. I don't think she/they know this, however. Don't think I'm going to share that, either.)
Well, I look forward to reading why I'm wrong. haha
Thanks,
D