T R U T H

TALES OF A FORMER POLYAMORIST

Emma looked like she knew how to get your attention even though her minimalist style of dress and non-MILF hairstyle might belie that impression. She was never a ho or even a slut by any measure of sophisticated opinion but she openly admits that thinking of others while being intimate with her man was her norm not the exception. The feeling that "this is good but there's always someone who's a bigger turn-on" made her believe this was her destiny. It's like being in a Porsche 911 for the first time and wondering how much better a Lamborghini would be. Then the wonder became wonderful as in 's wonderful 's marvelous because she ventured into true polyamory with new lovers. Is it greed or megadose of confliction or simply neurological wiring - I like variety better than a sure thing? Emma doesn't know but she's sure that her polyamory days are like faded beer farts. Emma found the hoo-hah whisperer who tamed her. He showed her that too much of a good thing CAN be wonderful. You just love the one your with because he's always the one she's with. And you never have to go through that AIDS thing again (kidding . . . ). This isn't much of a tale let along several tales but after reading this gem this morning, it prompted this over the debt ceiling shit that is so contrived compared to this lovely version of Emma is me.

9 physical, 8 intellectual and 7 emotional today.