In my head I was automatically re-writing the conversation. Willing the girl to stop apologizing for a reasonable request. There was nothing to be sorry about. She wasn’t disturbing the hostess on the call. She wasn’t rude when asking if they had space for six at the restaurant.
“I’m sorry…” A few years ago, I began to notice how often I, and other women, apologized. The words “I’m sorry” flowed through our speech as though they were a required mandate. And it wasn’t just the frequency that grabbed my attention. It was the absurdity of the things that we all apologize for, that really became an irritant.
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And to those who are ready to call us all crybabies, this was NOT a simple election of two separate parties. This was a travesty in which a convicted felon, sex offender, misogynist, homophobic, racist, narcissistic white man with a lot of money and power backing him in the most evil disgusting ways, WON the race.
I have no words. I have a lot of words.
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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