I know what you’re thinking...

When someone says to me, “I know what you’re thinking” I think of a number between 1 and 1000. I then reply, “I am thinking of a number between 1 and 1000, what is that number?” I find that they do not know what I am thinking, even if they think they do. And, why would anybody want to?

Mister Sam...

We were there, ruminating the difficulties of our relationships, my marriage and her triad. "Poly sucks," I said. She agreed.

"I wish I could be straight, be genuinely monogamous," I said.

There was silence. Then, She touched the side of my face. She looked at me, her lovely blue eyes. "Mister Sam," she said. (I love it so much when she calls me that.) "Mister Sam," she said again. "Nobody can make you straight. Nobody, not even me." Then gently she kissed me.

And, everything was okay.

Rescue

I wish I could rescue all the people I love.

I can't though, not even her.

My heart bleeds because I love them so.

But, I cannot save them.

I cannot save her.

Only they can do that.

Only she can do that.

I love them so.

I love her so.

It's not what they need.

She has to love herself.

Two Rings

I wear two rings for a reason. The ring on my left hand is for my family, my wife and children. It has five stones, two sapphires for she and I and three diamonds for my children. The ring on my right hand, my dominant hand, is for me. It’s become a reminder that I am my own primary partner. I got it in Galway. It serves as a reminder of my Celtic heritage. It has a heart on it to remind me that I have the power and the right to love who and how I love and that love is really why we are here. It has two hands coming together holding that heart, my heart. I hold my own heart in my own hands. I own my heart and I own my power.