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.