There is a person I love dearly. He’s one of my people. He’s one of the people who have pushed me when I needed pushed, and been a safe harbor for me in a storm. He gives nods to me every chance he gets, and I try to do the same when I can. Behold, Kevin Patterson of Poly Role Models. You see, in addition to his 18 billion speaking engagements (THE KEYNOTESSSSS), his multiple partners, his muggle job, and his tiny humans he managed to write a book. Kevin has been working on has finished a book for the polyamorous community that can shed someRead More →

I have been struggling a lot lately, so I figured today is a great day to write down some things that I wish. Things my mental illness steals from me. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar II Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. To be honest, it is miserable to live in my brain. I don’t recommend it, but here’s a little insight into what goes on in here. 1. I wish I could let shit go, rather than replay it over and over in my brain. Unfortunately, it’s always there. Every time I upset someone. Every time there’s a conflict. Every time I feel badRead More →

Hello lovelies! Today I want to talk about something really important to me.  This something that touches everyone, this reason that I do what I do, my passion in life: Sexual freedom. We live in a world where sexual freedom is not a given. It’s not a given to be at peace in your own body. It’s not a given to be able to love yourself. It’s not a given to be unashamed of who you are on the basis of your identities. This. Touches. Everyone. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but ever since I was a kid I knew IRead More →

Today is a day of celebration. On January 22nd, 1973 the Supreme Court handed down a decision that would change the course of reproductive rights; access to safe abortions in the United States was legal thanks to Roe v. Wade. So today is a day of celebration for the millions of women who are alive, healthy, and able to live their lives the way they see fit without the damage of an unintended and sometimes unwanted pregnancy.  Today I am celebrating a few more things. I am celebrating the fact that I can continue on going to school without yet another interruption. I am celebratingRead More →

For a long time, people have joked that I’m a succubus. After all, when I have sex, when I get off, the world stops for me. I connect to the universe in a way that fills me with power. Power that rolls up my arms and into my soul. It’s the power that crackles between two people before their lips touch. It’s the desperate need and want of the first thrust. It’s the power that leaves me feeling energized and my partners feeling exhausted. That’s why we say that I’m a succubus. I use that power to charge my charisma, and that’s what draws inRead More →

I’ve been non-monogamous since I was 16. My 26th birthday was in July, which means I’ve been non-monogamous for a decade. That’s freaking intense. a decade of non-monogamy has taught me some very important lessons. I could talk all day about the big lessons that everyone learns, but I would like to focus on some of the more personal ones. It’s gonna get really personal in here. For the purposes of these posts, I will switch between Poly, Polyamor(y/ous), and Non-Mon(ogamy). Don’t worry, I’ll include this note in all the posts. Check out Part 1 Here. It is believed that 85% of relationships end in a breakup. ThoseRead More →

I’ve been non-monogamous since I was 16. Sure, I’d tried monogamy with boyfriends, but I almost always caused them terrible pain. In fact, for a long time, I told partners that they shouldn’t date me because I would end up hurting them. I usually wasn’t wrong. If someone who dated me is reading this now, I want you to know that I’m terribly sorry for any hurt I caused you as I was trying to find myself. My 26th birthday was in July, which means I’ve been non-monogamous for a decade. That’s freaking intense. That being said, a decade of non-monogamy has taught me some veryRead More →

People have told me my language is “inappropriate”, I’ve tried to tone that down here. So please, let go of the pearls you’re clutching. I am a slut. I have taken to reclaiming the word as a badge of honor rather than as an insult. I identify as a “Megasexual“. This meaning of this word was coined by myself and Dr. Liz Powell at our Panel “Actually, it *is* About the Sex” during Atlanta Poly Weekend 2015. We defined a Megasexual as: Megasexuals are characterized as person who lacks emotional connection toward any person or persons unless they first form a strong sexual connection with someone. TheRead More →

Hellooooooo my loves. I hope you’ve been well. I had a great time over my birthday, and I even had a birthday party that turned into an “adult swim” after the kids had gone to bed. I’ve had a few doctors appointments after that (remind me to write a post about the Mirena), which is why I’ve been so silent. All in all, 26 is shaping up to be a damn fine year. Which brings us to the less lovely part of my post. Unfortunately, the past few months I’ve been hiding something from you all. Part of this is the fact that despite posting andRead More →

I have written about my cancer journey before. I’ve mentioned my care team, who make my life easier, and their credentials. I’ve written about how to interact with cancer patients. I’ve even spoken on the topic for a third time at Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit. I’ve tried to be kind and jovial, and reasonable about the entire thing. I’ve tried to be educational. I’ve tried to be happy just to be alive. I just can’t anymore. I can’t advocate for patient rights, I can’t advocate for science without a little venom. Coming off a post raging against alternative medicine, I can’t be quiet about it anymore.Read More →