myfoundpolyamory
myfoundpolyamory:

My cuddler (hubby) who is married to a woman who rarely wants to cuddle in bed, and who can’t sleep with anyone near her, staying on his side but holding on and telling me he loves me with that one hand.  

Little things like this are one of the reasons I am thankful for polyamory.   My love can have a love who is a cuddler, like him, who can give him that bit I can’t.   Along with other bits.   
Each person is so different.  It’s a blessing to find the bits that work together… and for them to not all have to come from the same place… and to not suffer disappointment because your one place doesn’t offer all the bits you need.  

Our lives are so hard for many to understand.  But here’s a little snapshot of the love that makes it possible for us to love even more; to love outside our marriage.   So, among other things, my cuddler can have cuddles and I can sleep without being touched.  

I love my Todd Eric and I love my life.  And I’d not change a single bit of it.

myfoundpolyamory:

My cuddler (hubby) who is married to a woman who rarely wants to cuddle in bed, and who can’t sleep with anyone near her, staying on his side but holding on and telling me he loves me with that one hand.

Little things like this are one of the reasons I am thankful for polyamory. My love can have a love who is a cuddler, like him, who can give him that bit I can’t. Along with other bits.
Each person is so different. It’s a blessing to find the bits that work together… and for them to not all have to come from the same place… and to not suffer disappointment because your one place doesn’t offer all the bits you need.

Our lives are so hard for many to understand. But here’s a little snapshot of the love that makes it possible for us to love even more; to love outside our marriage. So, among other things, my cuddler can have cuddles and I can sleep without being touched.

I love my Todd Eric and I love my life. And I’d not change a single bit of it.

insiderose

“SOMEWHERE OUT THERE” …Or “How the Fuck Do You Write an Essay About Online ‘Dating’ Without it Sounding Like An Overwrought Personal Ad?”

insiderose:

***This month’s way overdue blog post is brought to you by my current obsession with Florence and The Machine**

Going from

Road to Road

Bed to Bed

Lover to Lover

Black to Red”

So yeah…did I mention I’m single now? Of course I did.

It’s been almost a year! I’m happy to report that I am slowly getting the hang of it.

It’s been weird.

Good weird, bad weird - all the weirds. It’s definitely weirder than the last time I became ‘suddenly’ single because on that occasion I saw the end of that partnership coming (like a locomotive through my bedroom window) for several years…so by the time I heard the whistle blow, I was all like – “I’m finally single and independent! Yay!”

This time, it just sort of …happened. The experience has been disorientating, to say the least. The whole ‘free woman’ idea took a fair bit of time to crystalise.

Picture it..around three months into singledom, I was at a bottle-shop (I know, right - of ALL places!) and the bottle-shop guy was giving me an elaborate spiel about the wines that were on special and we were talking and bantering for several minutes and it slowly dawned on me that this guy (whom already had my attention with his sales pitch) was really going that extra mile to show me his wares - which gave me time to drink him in, and suddenly I was all too aware that he had this whole…bicep thing going on (that males tend to have) and he was being really, really, attentive.

Towards ME.

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mermaidskey:

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mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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mermaidskey:

hemipelagicdredger:

mermaidskey:

mermaidskey:

oxidoreductase:

Lavoisier is having none of your shit.

Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.

In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.

Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject. 

I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.

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