Thought I'd give an update about The Girl I Talk About Too Much. Not many people have shown interest, but I know a few of you have so I figured what the hell. I need to talk about it.
So, a few months ago me, her, and her partner sat down and talked. They'd mentioned that me and her would be able to form a sexual/possibly a bit romantic connection steadily, as the partner became comfortable with different levels of physicality. I was very much Not Okay with this. I wanted to be able to form an organic connection with her, as we'd done before the partner entered the equation. I wasn't okay with being with someone who needed to ask permission every time she wanted to share a new experience with me. Doing so felt like willingly sacrificing my autonomy. I made this crystal fucking clear to them that if this was how they intended to approach polyamory, with the couples privilege in full swing, I wasn't interested in being a part of that. We talked, and they agreed. The partner in particular said they didn't want to limit her ability to form natural connections, and both of them assured me this wouldn't be the case.
Fast forward to a week ago. She and I hung out, played games, cuddled, and ended up having sex. I checked in many times to make certain it was okay with the partner (and I shouldn't have even had to do that). She assured me it was okay. Next morning we were messaging, everything going well. She was more talkative than usual (over discord), super invested and open, and I thought it was because we'd rekindled that connection. Then she hit me with the "can I talk to you about something heavy" and all I could think was welp, here we fucking go again.
Turns out, she did need permission! In her defense, she had also interpreted that conversation as her partner saying that things were good going forward, permission wasn't required, so I can't fault her too much for that. The partner was being vague, and agreeing to something they had no intention of sticking to. But she didn't check in with them to be certain beforehand, which is where she fucked up with them. Where she'd really fucked up with me was when I reminded her of that conversation and she said "if I'd understood you correctly, I would have made the call myself that this wouldn't work out."
I went back through our chat to delete any pictures I'd sent her and stumbled on the end of our discord conversation about that (which occurred prior to us three meeting and coming to an agreement) and I literally could not have been more clear. And she showed the messages to her partner (with my permission) so we could "all be in the same page." There's no way in fuck they both misinterpreted me. So now I feel lied to, betrayed, and ashamed of sharing my body with her. I've been through so much trauma and have worked my entire adult life to connect to my body and sexuality. When I share myself with someone, it's a big fucking deal. And she made me regret it, and *that* is what I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive.
Our conversation Wednesday ended with her saying "if there's anything I can do to make this more positive let me know" (lmao what?) I said "I don't know if anything will. I feel hollow. I'll think on it and message you tomorrow." It's Saturday, I haven't messaged her, and I don't know when I will. She's my friend, I love her, part of me still wants her in my life. But she fucked up so bad (with both me and her partner. Their relationship has not been very pretty since this went down). And the intimate side of our connection has always gone hand-in-hand with our friendship. When my wife finally met her, they said they could tell after about 30 seconds that we were deeply drawn to each other. It's always been that way. But she started dating her partner first, that monog hierarchy kicked right in, and I was shoved aside. It didn't matter that I'd met her first, that we had these feelings first. They were the couple, so I would always be less.
And THAT is why I made a promise that I wouldn't date someone brand new to polyamory, especially not someone coupled with a person who is also brand new. I've been the guinea pig too many times. But I let my heart win and I broke my own rule. After the first time things got messy, I could justify it by "they both thought they were ready but you never know until you know, and they promised to do a ton of research and work on themselves because they really want this" and I fucking waited. I waited for over a year like a dumbass, and this is what I got in the end. Me and the partner were supposed to hang out today. We get along amazingly well and wanted to become friends. Guess what's probably not going to happen? As for this person that I've been low-key in love with for a year and a half, who I was content to have an intimate friendship with because I knew she couldn't handle another partner, I just. I just don't think I can do that to myself again. I need to respect myself more than that. She hurt me so fucking bad - it's been a long time since I've sobbed while listening to break up songs and felt like my heart was going to kill me. I can't do that again, not with her.
I've learned my lesson. I'll know better from now on.
The funny thing is, I actually am dating someone else who is "new" to polyamory, but it's a bit different. They fell for my meta when she had two other partners. They loved seeing her interact with said partners and were so happy for her. They accepted that she would always love and be loved by others, and they wanted nothing less for her. We started dating 5 weeks ago, so I'm their first polyam experience dating more than one person. It's been lovely. They, unlike the two assholes above, put the work in even before they started dating my meta. They are truly someone who was meant to be polyamorous. I think people get too comfortable viewing polyamory as just a relationship choice, but this is what I mean when I say it's also an orientation. Some people are just monogamous, and that's okay! Just bc you want to be polyam doesn't mean you can be or that it's good for you. Just bc I want dairy doesn't mean it's good for my body (it very much it not, oof). More than anything, I want to tell them to stay the fuck away from polyamorous people until they figure out how to do so without imposing a structure that hurts other people. Ugh, I'm rambling now. Fuck them! FUCK THEM!!!
....actually one more thing! A real kicker, another thing that's been rotating in my head, is when I told her: remember when I said that last convo was so hard for me bc it forced me to ask myself how much pain I'm willing to risk experiencing for you? Did you feel the weight of that at the time? Did you realize how significant that was? And she said no 🙃
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thinking about how Humans Are Space Orcs stories always talk about how indestructible humans are, our endurance, our ability to withstand common poisons, etc. and thats all well and good, its really fun to read, but it gets repetitive after a while because we aren't all like that.
And that got me thinking about why this trope is so common in the first place, and the conclusion I came to is actually kind of obvious if you think about it. Not everyone is allowed to go into space. This is true now, with the number of physical restrictions placed on astronauts (including height limits), but I imagine it's just as strict in some imaginary future where humans are first coming into contact with alien species. Because in that case there will definitely be military personnel alongside any possible diplomatic parties.
And I imagine that all interactions aliens have ever had up until this point have been with trained personnel. Even basic military troops conform to this standard, to some degree. So aliens meet us and they're shocked and horrified to discover that we have no obvious weaknesses, we're all either crazy smart or crazy strong (still always a little crazy, academia and war will do that to you), and not only that but we like, literally all the same height so there's no way to tell any of us apart.
And Humans Are Death Worlders stories spread throughout the galaxy. Years or decades or centuries of interspecies suspicion and hostilities preventing any alien from setting foot/claw/limb/appendage/etc. on Earth until slowly more beings are allowed to come through. And not just diplomats who keep to government buildings, but tourists. Exchange students. Temporary visitors granted permission to go wherever they please, so they go out in search of 'real terran culture' and what do they find?
Humans with innate heart defects that prevent them from drinking caffeine. Humans with chronic pain and chronic fatigue who lack the boundless endurance humans are supposedly famous for. Humans too tall or too short or too fat to be allowed into space. Humans who are so scared of the world they need to take pills just to function. Humans with IBS who can't stand spicy foods, capsaicin really is poison to them. Lactose intolerance and celiac disease, my god all the autoimmune disorders out there, humans who struggle to function because their own bodies fight them. Humans who bruise easily and take too long to heal. Humans who sustained one too many concussions and now struggle to talk and read and write. Humans who've had strokes. Humans who were born unable to talk or hear or speak, and humans who through some accident lost that ability later.
Aliens visit Earth, and do you know what they find? Humanity, in all its wholeness.
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