That kind of love.

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85% rule

Meanwhile in Russia

Saying what you’re afraid to say works out really well. Put it out there. Say what you’re not clear about. The people who love you will support those feelings about 85% of the time exactly the way you’d hope they would. The other percentages of the time will hurt 85% less than you think it will. And isn’t 85% less pain worth 100% better communication.

Also, sometimes this ends up in divorce.

Then again, evolution doomed your monogamy to begin with.


The hard part is the risk

Risky Love

This Japanese woman attempted suicide after being jilted by the would be groom. Love is risky.

I’ve heard people say that if you’re not keenly aware of the risk, you are striving hard enough for your happiness. That’s one of the odd things about my path, living polyamorously. The closer I get to the path of living my life the way it ought to be lived, the more aware I am of the dangers. It’s not easy to be responsible. It’s even harder to trust your constellation mates. But you must do both things to make it work, to not fall off the path.

I want to be happy, and I want to minimize the risk.

Yet, I read things about what people regret, like this link about top five things people say they regret on their deathbeds, and it makes me a little proud of myself. I will not say anything like any of those things when my time comes because I really am being myself, and I am living my life to the absolute fullest.

It’s good to remember that when it gets hard, and the risks seem to loom like dark trees over this path, that the reason I’m walking it in the first place is because it is the path of practical love in my life.

Buttcones. Have some.


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You’ve got to know what you want.

Holy shit, my armpits smell phenomenal.


The  best smell in the entire world is post-shower, pre-ant-perspirant sex.

I try to order my daily pattern to facilitate that smell. Not really, but in my ideal world, it would happen more frequently. Be

cause you’ve got to find what you want, and then go get it, right?

Anywho, while I really love the smell of a clean human body, my armpits smell pretty fantastic with whatever new deodorant/antiperspirent I got. The key is that it does not remind me of a middle school dance in any way. Most deodorant manufacturers seem to believe the only way is overkill.