This post didn’t exactly go where I thought it would, but I decided to be brave and share it anyway. When tweeting while drafting it earlier in the week, I advertised this post as about ‘feminism, relationships, and that god-awful heartbeat of hope that makes me writhe in shame’ but that’s no longer quite true.
Today I’m going to explore an idea about self-care and polyamory that has been fascinating me lately because I can’t work out if it makes sense or I’m completely misunderstanding a concept of solo poly. This means that yes, this blog post is slightly writing-as-therapy-ish, so please understand this may be utter nonsense that I’m working through as I write.
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It’s actually a while since I talked blogged about dipping my toes into the world of polyamory. At least, according to my blog it is – I feel like it it’s only a week or two since I talked about how I want a relationship style that allows me to fall in love every day and wrote about my struggles to decide what to wear on a date with my crush to see if I could, hypothetically, tempt them to fuck me.