Not to mention, one of the most common misconceptions about being poly. That we were all just out there fucking whoever, whenever. As though there was no love, no trust, no safety and consent talks, no respect, and no care for the other members of the connection.
I took a breath as I settled in for a few minutes. If we were going to change the way the world viewed love, I guess I needed to be open to actually having these conversations.
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I tried to be a good friend and listen. But the conversation felt eerily familiar. Once upon a time, I was someone’s everything. And as a result, for the second of three times in my short life, I had nearly died.
Never again did I want to be anyone’s whole world. ———————————-- |
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