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Dropping Down into The Body
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I’m usually in awe as I look back over how I get to one place in my life from another, particularly when it’s Kizmet, when it comes peacefully as a result of healthy choices. It’s harder to see when it’s come through the mess I made. Was my non-monogamy a mess?
My journey ended in divorce, and I currently have less than ZERO desire to be in the underbelly current of sexual exploration communities that are fraught with, at best, people who show little-to-no desire to understand what’s driving them, at worst (and there’s A LOT of the worst), liars and cheaters who are self-centered beyond comprehension. One might say it was a mess.
Non-monogamy can be beautiful. I’ve experienced it. But, collectively, it’s in a stage much like the early stages of the homosexual community in big cities. It’s rising in the dark allies, in the corners of seedy little dive bars, clad in leather, and not aware of how it’s going to have to go through its figurative AIDS before we can come to our Glee episode where “love is love” at Breadsticks and it’s hard to argue with the health of a committed partner openly sitting by their love’s side truly supporting them as they also love another. Hell, we might, someday, watch such a scene with a heart-felt tear in our eye.
