On the couch
I’m writing this from the couch, where I’m sleeping tonight. My husband has his girlfriend over.
This is among the details of my life that seem to confuse some people, especially–but not always–monogamous people. This practice isn’t as common among poly folks as you might think (or maybe, as I might think). Sometimes I even get reactions of something approaching pity. Which is strange for me, of course, because I’ve consented to all those details, and