P is for Polyamory

P is for Polyamory

So, what is polyamory anyway? I mentioned it a lot on this blog but never really explained it. 

Polyamory, to me, (because you have to qualify everything these days) is the acceptance that you can be in love with more than one person at a time. It's also the acceptance that though someone may be in love with someone else, that doesn't mean they cannot love you too.

Polya is not about sex. It's about forming meaningful relationships with more than one person at a time. If you want to have a series of sexual partners or one night stands in addition to your steady partner, that's called swinging.

I've always felt that humans aren't' wired to have one life partner for their entire life. One of our primal needs is to continue the species. Having multiple partners would raise the chance of having more children and having more hands to raise those children and keep them safe in primitive times. I think it's something that's wired into us still like the hairs rising on the back of our necks when we're scared.

Society and religion have tried to quash that instinct, (like so many others, don't even get me started)  and it's caused a host of problems. People put up with bad partners, abusive partners even, because they don't want their "one true love" to not work out. Or people get fed up and divorce, a lot in this country, because of cheating, flirting, etc.

Polyamory allows you to get rid of the pressure of finding that one person on the planet who is your perfect match and relax and enjoy the people in your life now. It allows, with the consent of all involved, flirting with that cute chick at the bar, admiring the handsome man across the way, out loud to the people you care about most. 

Polyamory for me is about honesty. Honestly feeling your feelings and not what some establishment has told you you should feel. Honest communication between all involved all the time. No secrets, no hiding, no sneaking. 

The world doesn't have enough love, why not open up to giving it more?


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