A Queer Life

I couldn’t understand why the baseball kept getting closer and closer ... and then it hit me. Hello, my pretties! I missed work today. My terrible Tuesday feelings are usually fixed by wearing my Tuesday  pants. But lately I have felt so terrible on Tuesdays that I have called in sick three Tuesdays in a row.  This morning I woke up dizzy and vomited. I felt so nauseated I couldn't eat anything except peppermint sticks and a maple bar. I just want you to know I'm barely pulling this blog together. The things I do for you. I'm sort of upright. Sort of writing. Pho sounds good.  Anyway, it's probably time to lay back down and drift off to a place where thinking doesn't matter. Happy national blueberry pancake day! (I might be able to eat those.)  Love and kisses, Sophia Skyy

Being sick can make you groggy and foggy, but sometimes that brain fog can help you see things more clearly, like how I feel about the romantic relationships in my life. When I got the flu and laid in bed for three days straight, I realized I have been putting too much time and energy into my relationships. That’s why I didn’t want to be polyamorous in the first place, I couldn’t spare the relationship energy.   The polyamory idea started because I wanted Tyler to find someone else he could focus his attention on to take the pressure off me. He found someone. Someone he communicates with six or more hours a day. But it’s not enough. I still feel oppressed when he’s around.  My relationship with Charles felt a bit like a vacation from my life, so I started living for the weekends when I would see him, but that wasn’t enough either.  Those weekends were starting to feel more like a scrambled egg of activities than a vacation. And even if it were more like a vacation, hol...