There Can Be Only One
Musings from watching The Bachelor/Bachelorette
In truth, these thoughts are the result of musings over several media impressions of late. There’s a significant inner transformation happening in me.
Over three years into living non-monogamy, as I watch TV shows and listen to modern day music I see and hear the messiness and pain of monogamy.
In my post, You Already Practice Poly-love, I took an etymological look at the word polyamory and a multi-lingual look at the word love. I separated love from relationship structure and discovered that I am actually rather polyamorous. What I previously referred to as simply enjoying the connection, the vibe, I had with another — finding the beauty and meaningfulness in each of my connections — was actually me experiencing various forms of love.
I connected love with long-term, secure attachments. I made the word have only one meaning, I put love in that box. I made polyamory small. Love is no longer a dirty word that I don’t pursue (though, I’ll still be careful using the word as I’m well aware that not everyone is thinking of it the way I am).
I absolutely do pursue love, in its various forms. I just don’t pursue long-term, committed, secure attachments.
