My Girlfriend’s boyfriend

I went on a date
with my girlfriends boyfriend
and she said the next day
I’m glad you didn’t fuck him
I told her, you know
I don’t fuck on the first date any more
I was the first person she dated in a few years,
when we met, who hadn’t
tried to get in her pants, subtly or overtly,
on the first date, so it’s a running joke with us
because she always asks me, why didn’t you?
I mean, I’m not opposed exactly, it’s just that
I don’t know how to get past the awkward thing on a first date,
one minute you’re all, oh cool
your oldest daughter is in gymnastics, or,
I really love Thai food too, or,
and then you’re, oh by the way
when was your last STI testing? and, hey
I know there’s a big stigma around herpes
which I am trying to help dispel, cause unless
you’re pregnant or trying to get that way
or have an autoimmune disease,
it isnt’ a serious health risk, and yes,
my ex-wife had type 2 and I test positive
but I’m taking valcyclovir and never have had
an outbreak, even so,  it’s a little bit awkward
on a first coffee date to bring that up,
although I have when the date has stretched into hours
and it’s clear we are going to have sex the next time,
of course with my girlfriend’s boyfriend
it wasn’t either of our first polyamorous rodeo
it naturally came up and STI status
was a relaxed topic of conversation
so, no we didn’t have sex,
but I did kiss him and it was hot
she had texted me partway through
while he and I finished dinner:
What’re y’all doing? In bed yet?
She likes to text me when I’m with another partner
I used to think just to see if I would answer
but now I know it’s really a slight signal
of unease; what most people don’t realize
is that even when you are consciously polyamorous,
and know that to be your orientation,
you can still have feelings of jealousy
or fear of missing out, and with her,
when we realized a year ago
the special nature of our relationship
the type of relationship we have
makes her feel more vulnerable,
so I don’t get upset when she texts me, I’m just reassuring,
I said. no, we’re talking, and she said, what is there to talk about,
because she had told me he is a good listener, but a better fuck,
and doesn’t talk much, which isn’t true, he just doesn’t talk much to her;
so I replied, there’s LOTS to talk about, he is a very interesting man, and she replied
with the peach and eggplant emojis and I said, going offline but not for sex
not that I wasn’t thinking about it
he is one of the most attractive men
I’ve dated in the past year, and not
just because he is her lover also
I had been sitting there while he talked
looking more at his mouth than his eyes
and he knew it, I was thinking
about something in his profile that speaks
to what he wants to do with his mouth
to potential partners, and also
thinking about things he says in his Fet profile
that make his kink line up so much
with mine, and we talk, of course, about
our mutual partner, her alleyways and side paths,
and that leads to talking about pleasuring our other women,
I say, there are some books I need to write,
Pussies I have eaten, a memoir, or,
Pussies I didn’t eat, a very short story about adolescence,
I tell him about trying to have a section in a poem
about pussy- flavored ice cream
and how I lost it trying to read that one.
I realize I don’t have to try to be funny,
he is just taking in who I am
and I can see that he likes me, which makes me shy,
and we talk about how our mutual partner
is Princess to my Daddy, he is glad
she has that with me, she wanted it with him
but he already has an exclusive Little;
He is a switch, I am looking for signs of his sub
and find that, finally, right at the end of the date
his goodnight kiss is all about me
he is so clearly desiring my pleasure
that I freeze at first and then relax,
my difficulty in receiving is still real
even though my sex- coaching mentor
energetically blasted the block open
in front of 80 people at an event 18 months ago,
and little bits have come popping out since then
in somatic therapy or when im with a lover
like the way they blast a kidneystone
with a sonic blast but then you still have to pass the pieces
letting bits of my receiving block out
had been necessary but no fun,
so his kiss is all for my pleasure,
and I have to deliberately open to that;
later that evening, we text about it and I find
I don’t have to explain anything to him;
when was the last time I met someone new
that needed no explanation, maybe not since
I met his girlfriend who is my girlfriend
I have been with other men, I am beginning
to connect deeply with another partners other partner
he and I are seeing each other every few weeks,
he texted me from his vacation how much he misses me,
and suggested a few very dirty things he can’t wait to try
and still, this man who lives two thousand miles away
who I won’t see in person again for months
when he is here again on business
and sees our mutual girlfriend, this man
is hanging large in my fantasies;
she said, I get first dibs
on date night with him, of course, I said,
but in between we have text and maybe phone
and maybe I am already falling
and I’m certainly in lust
with my girlfriend’s boyfriend.

Ambiguity Reigns

Categorizations of what “Doms” do or don’t do is just so much wasted effort.

I read a lot of things here [note: FetLife] making absolute statements about what a particular type of person Dom/sub/master etc is or isn’t…

If we all could give up the need for absolutes, imagine what beauty and joy we could have in this world, if we could accept ourselves and our partners just as they are and go from there in deepening our relationships…

I move in the religion world a lot, and the need for absolutes is what has fucked that world up; the inability to tolerate ambiguity is the province of fear.

If you are someone who has a difficult time with ambiguity, try letting some in and see if that doesn’t make every muscle in your shoulders and upper back relax…

Life is too short to let fear rule you.

Fun Poly Date Times

Yesterday was my regular date night with R…we had an afternoon in bed then a lovely dinner out.

And part of polyamory for me is that I can be with an amazing woman and be missing my other amazing women at the same time.

So as we were getting ready to go out to dinner, I texted G and L and we had some messages and again later, and they both told me they missed me too.

Sparkly, huge, expanding heart…

And then at dinner, we were talking about how we both want to become more regular at our partner dancing practice, and she said, I want to dance more, but sex gets in the way….

And my other loves both texted me something fun and light about the same time and I realize, from posts I read here and in FB groups, how damn fortunate I am to have three self-aware, well-boundaried women in my life and my bed…

Is It Innate?

I have seen multiple takes on whether being Dom or sub is an innate thing, something that we just ARE and discover.

I know it’s like that for me. Like sexual orientation, I am just built this way. I’ve tried to be other things, from sub to switch, and I was terribly unhappy and never felt at home. When I realized that I was Dom, and began doing specific exercises to develop that, things exploded (like that image? 🙂 )

I am learning to do partner dancing. Being a good lead is domming your partner. I am a preacher; preaching is domming the congregation. I am a church musician; leading congregational singing is domming them with the organ. I am a teacher, of various things; being a teacher is domming the classroom. and so on….

As a Dom I naturally attract subs. Even before I knew what I was doing, before I fully recognized this in myself, I was attracting subs. Even if we never enter into a D/s relationship, they are subs. It’s just the polarity of attraction. I admire and enjoy the company of Dommes, but there’s no spark between us…

Then there are those in the greater kink community who think it’s not innate, that it’s a role. I won’t dispute that with you and I’m not looking for arguments here. But I would like to hear cogent reasons why that’s the case for you, if it is…

Let’s talk…contact me here

Parallel Lives

I have two parallel lives happening simultaneously at present. I think many here might identify: our kink life and our external vanilla life.

In my external life I am a pastor starting a non-denominational sex-positive church, and serving a mainline church as the music director and organist.

In that external life, I am moving to fully align the two; I intend to be openly fully out as who I am to everyone by mid year: bi, poly, and Dom.

To that end I am becoming much more stridently pro-LGBTQIA+ in that life, although I have always been an ally; this is having some consequences (not surprisingly). I was critical of my former bishop’s failure to undo the previous bishop’s stacking of the committee that interviews candidates for ordination with very theologically conservative, anti-LGBTQ people. This resulted in my being outed as having a sex life while single and I resigned my ordination int hat church.

In my kink life, I am offering vanilla-world friendship on FB to anyone here [note: this is on FetLife, but if you are a WordPress blogger who can message me here, the offer stands also, or contact me here] who would like to see who and what I am in the external world.

As I draw the two threads of my wholeness closer together, I can already see how integrating them is going to be something powerful, how it is going to make me fully who I am, in all those seeming contradictions: Sex coach, polyamorous lover, pastor, organist, Dom, Daddy, theologian, sarcastic irreverent seeker of the Divine, someone who has experienced that full Divine union/expansion at least once, someone who is totally distrusting of organized religion…

stay tuned.

and, I’m totally serious about FB friending…just message me.

The Night before Epiphany

I’m a church musician in my income-producing life. Tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany, King’s Day in Latin American countries, when three Wise Guys visit Jesus and tell Mary and Joseph to get out of Dodge. Epiphany=being revealed.

We use the word in more or less common speech to mean something we suddenly understand that we didn’t before.

Each day, or at least each week, it seems like, in the past two years I have had an epiphany about my sexual response, my relationships, being Dom, you name it…

My Princess Sparkettle says she keeps seeing me because each week when she comes over I’m different.

This past two weeks [December 2018] has been a major set of epiphanies. That I am her Daddy. That I am, and realize I have been for some time, totally secure in all my relationships, no jealousy etc. That I LIKE to flog and paddle and spank Pandora1a; BDSMtest.org results of 48% sadist are correct.

Tonight I am sleeping alone for the first time in two weeks. Sparkettle stayed over last night and then I saw Pandora1a this afternoon for a brief bit and I almost drove 100mph to get home and be alone in the quiet I have so carefully cultivated in my house.

Listening to what my body, mind, and heart require, and honoring that, it’s the final epiphany on this Eve of the Epiphany. Merry Christmas all! (it’s the end of the 12 days of Christmas tonight).

I’ve always been Dom

Like anything else in my life, I am finding that being Dom is an identity that I have always had but am discovering in greater depth as time goes on.

From the time I was first sexual, perhaps as early as 10 or 1, I found and avidly read some Victorian erotic novels that were hidden in our den behind other books. I don’t know if they were things my father read, or my mother…but the scenes of very sexual but repressed (usually young) women being tied up and having their desires awakened were formative in my sexual fantasies. Yeah, I know, feminists (myself included) will find the overall notion and implementation ugh. But it’s there deep down in me, now, the ownership/Dom/ master/Daddy fantasy…

I hid it a long time. In the Jaiya Blueprint world, of which I am a coach, kinky is defined as ‘whatever is kinky to you”. Jaiya tells the story of an older couple who were clients and for whom having sex in anything but missionary position was kinky. So, being Dom was hidden. I didn’t cultivate it, learn about it, or even know that growing and learning about my Dom was possible.

And, for many, many years, I was with women who shamed me for self-pleasuring. My mother also did, as was a common experience of men of my generation, the worst thing that could happen was ‘getting caught’ masturbating. So, because I had to do it clandestinely and it was forbidden by a succession of women I lived with or was married to, masturbation became kink. Once I left my second wife I lost interest, it wasn’t forbidden any more. Now I am having to consciously cultivate a self-pleasure practice to relearn how my body responds…

Would being Dom go away if society was totally open and accepting of the relationship? I leave you with that question….and am hoping for comments or discussion on this….

Poly Holidays

Scheduling three lovers for holiday time, especially when one is a LDR, gets interesting…

Here is how it played out:

Dec. 20-Dec. 21 with W
Dec. 22-Dec. 25 morning with C
Dec. 25 afternoon-Dec. 28 morning with W
Dec. 28 midday to Dec 31with J
Dec. 31 afternoon-Jan. 2 afternoon with W
Jan. 2 night and morning with J
tonight, Jan. 3, with W
tomorrow night, Jan. 4, with J
and so it goes….

I never feel like there is too much time with anyone. I am not missing having nights alone at this point, it has been lovely and relaxing to be with everyone. All the relationships deepened over this time.

Obviously this will taper off now as schedules return to more normality after the holidays..and, I would do it all again readily.

Dom and Daddy [January 2019]

Within a few months I have become both a Dom and a Daddy, which has set me to thinking about the difference.

There’s not any…

The difference is only that every relationship, and D/s ones are not any different, has it’s own dynamic based on the individuals involved.

At this point you would normally expect to read “because every person is different, every relationship between two people is different.” well, yeah. But…having now been a client of a very empathic and intuitive Somatic Experiencing therapist for almost two years, and having had some major breakthroughs and growth through this process, i would say instead, “Every relationship is different because each one evokes a different set of woundedness in us.”

Each of my lovers brings a different set of circumstances to our connection that opens different ways of my relating. One of the truisms of SE therapy is that wounds occur in relationship (most often to our mother, which plays out then in relationships with women). Each lover is to me also a different archetype: Wise Woman, Girl Next Door, Daughter, Wild Woman….

Each one pushes different buttons. One of my lovers I have known for a very long time has the position in my constellation of pushing the same buttons my ex-wife did. None of this is deliberate or conscious, but it’s my chance to heal, to grow, and to move ahead into more self-awareness.

As we enter a new year, I hope each of you reading this can step back and take a self-aware look at your relationships and find where the growth points are, own your own fuck-ups, and be compassionate not only to your partners but to yourself….

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