Now, in my late 20s, this was a new kind of first date—one with a couple. They said they were curious about threesomes, but had never tried because navigating the world of polyamory felt like a minefield. As a person with a comically massive reserve of anxiety, I too fear uncharted territory. Throughout my life, this cognitive dissonance was only further complicated by external judgment I received for my impulses to try unconventional things. I now understand that my curiosity, open-mindedness, and sense of adventure are three nonnegotiable, defining elements of my identity. Finding the strength to explore these more complicated, passionate aspects of my personality became the key to harnessing my voice and creative spark, which in turn helped me better cope with depression, anxiety, and the lingering cognitive effects of adolescent anorexia.
She and I had tried an open relationship before; it led to recriminations, arguments and finally a break-up. But this age was different: we dated ancestor together, inviting them back en route for our bed. Being rejected, flirted with, turned on, let along, tied up: we were experiencing every wonderful-awful aspect of dating together. And we were equally sluts; now we had bring into being a way to be decent ones.
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