A few days ago I was in the library, pawing around the Social/Social Science section, looking for books about prostitutes (hey, we’ve all got our vices) when I came across Living Two Lives: Married to a Man & In Love with a Woman by Joanne Fleisher. It was the 6th book I picked up that day – I already had 2 checked out, bringing me to my 8 item limit. It was, of course, the first book I opened when I got home. I finished it in two days.
So, as you can see I haven’t been very active updating this blog. I have had lots to say and not so much time to write. Or ability to write. Or maybe desire. It’s a little daunting writing about your personal life so openly, especially when you are trying to make your personal life WORK.
Here is the short run down: Continue reading
So I said I made this website to give advice from another perspective. How silly of me. How completely silly. I have no advice to give, I’m completely lost myself.
Having an open marriage was relatively easy. There were some fights and little jealousies and the like, but it was rather simple. There was a lot of sex and a little friendship and things just went on like normal (mostly).
Some of my friends know that I’m in an open relationship, but I never broached the subject with my family until today when I came out as open and bisexual. I never really imagined I was going to tell them about this aspect in my life at all – then I started dating this girl and I had to share it with my mom.
First, let me note that I like this girl way too much for my own good and we haven’t known each other long enough at all for me to mention her to my mom, but I did anyway. I don’t want to say any more about her without her permission, so I’ll stop there.