If I see one more person act like being poly is a journey of self-discovery (as if that’s what makes poly valuable) I may vomit — Or at least make myself a stiff martini as anesthesia.
That martini becomes a double if it sneers at monogamous people for not doing it. No, better yet, go find a monastery, any religion you choose, and tell them that because they’re not poly no-one there is on a journey of self discovery. Though, monks and nuns, generally being more spiritual and evolved than I am, would probably just smile and say, “Is that so?” and go back to adding to the calluses and meditating on other things.
If life isn’t a journey of discovery for you, you’re missing the point, I don’t give a damn what you’re doing with the slippery bits.
Polyamory is not better than monogamy. It’s just different. It’s a taste, and it’s a taste that in a sane would would be no more significant than a preference for Coke or Pepsi. Poly people aren’t better or stronger or nicer or more loving.
We’re just people, for heaven’s sake.
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