I’d practiced a speech and everything. I’d had words. Good words. Words like ‘I’m growing concerned that due to the sheer sex of my body I cannot help you physically discover yourself in a way that fully encompasses your sexuality’ and
I have dated four men that are in married, committed relationships. The first was… well, a mess and not to be considered poly. The second was brief and not worth mentioning other than it being my introduction to “polyamory”. The third took my breath away and that is where I will begin. In the middle.