Episode two of Polytix where my wife Laura and I discuss some basic questions we've received regarding Polyamory. How is Polyamory different from Polygamy? Is this cuckolding? How many is too many relationships? Is Polyamory selfish? Music for the Polytix Podcast is "Sweet Passage" by Frau Holle and subject to Commercial Commons: Attribution-Non Commercial 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Today we introduce episode one of Polytix. A new podcast with co-hosts yours truly and, my wife, Laura (Twitter: @LaurasPond). Today we discuss how we first began exploring our polyamorous lifestyle. Episode 1 - The Origins Story Music for the Polytix Podcast is "Sweet Passage" by Frau Holle and subject to Commercial Commons: Attribution-Non Commercial 3.0 Unported (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Author's note: ...and, we're back. We all thought, with all the celebrity deaths and the idiocy of Brexit and Trump, that 2016 was a bad year. We had no idea. Anyone watching our host, Marie Rebelle's, Twitter feed knows what she's going through...and our thoughts are often with her. We've had a similar first half to 2017, albeit not as extreme. My father has had two surgeries so far, one being of the major cancer variety; Laura, my wife's father has had a recent severe setback in his battle with dimension and hearing loss; and Laura herself has been out of work for a while now. Thus the stress levels have been high, and this is my excuse for not writing at my typical clip. As such, today this excuse gets kicked to the curb. These books [Read more...]
It seems that I wasn't quite as finished with her as I first thought. It was already my most ambitious project when I first started the original trilogy in 2012, but why not four more? Dates and titles are all tentative, but here we go...
Circe looked at the house across the street before turning to him. “Seriously? That’s the place?” “Sonnefeld or Burton could have used it for a horror movie, I know. Very eerie place with modern buildings either side.” Jeff’s eyes moved down to her. The streets were still damp from rain deluge the night prior as it had yet to warm up enough to evaporate much. Two cars squealed past spraying water on the sidewalk followed by a hovering police car chasing after them with sirens blazing. She linked her arm into his. “Okay, then. Lead on MacDuff.” "You know the quote is actually Lay on, not lead, right?" She grinned. "Of course. Just testing you." With her in her long black skirt, black boots rising beneath, and navy topcoat; [Read more...]
Steam lifted off the darkened street as cars passed through puddles. The streetlights offered spots of light between the deluge and the wind. The full-length windows muted the sound of cars skidding past below. Kent stared into the darkest part of his reflection to look outside. The fluorescent lighting in the hall made it difficult to see much out there. He stood in his blue uniform with his first name embroidered on his right chest with a broom over his shoulder. No one would mistake him for a soldier carrying a rifle, but he still smiled at the thought. A car sprayed water on the sidewalk causing nearby pedestrians to scatter away from the edge. Kent chuckled and returned to his hall trek. He began whistling "If I Only Had a Brain" [Read more...]
Press play I mentioned yesterday on Twitter and Facebook that our 16-year-old has come out to us as transgender. We were very proud for her in having the strength to talk to us for starters. She has done so much research and soul searching on this, that it was time. Her shock came in how we embraced her words and offered to help. I suppose any child is afraid to tell their folks for fear of rejection. Imagine the surprise when not only did we accept that they want to look at becoming a trans male and choosing a new masculine name, but offering to help find the connections they need to move forward on this. Those of you regularly reading my work would know we are not the most traditional of situations, to begin with, but our [Read more...]
Author's note: It's been awhile since I've offered a new series here, and after a few weeks off it is about time I returned with a Wicked Wednesday post. This is the first part of a new project I'm calling "Black Rings". Based on my notes, this one may go for a while. For the record, the last time I said something like that was the beginning of Savannah. This could be fun. She walked towards him from the club's bar area. A grin crossed her lips as she thought he looked perfect for the thoughts of erotica that her mind was basking in. He sat with his eyes transfixed on a ring on his right hand. A leather coat was open showing a dark button-down collar shirt beneath it. His graying, brown hair flickered with colour from the stage lights [Read more...]