Maybe I’m egocentric? Or perhaps I’m unavailable to other people’s feelings when they’re based on significant others and compromises of exclusivity and the possession of my faithful sexuality to a single person?
I believe I’m made by nature to rebel against the norm, of the eager commodity of humans who remain in the center of what the world has ever known: Familiarity.
I believe it’s exceptionally selfish to ask a person to be monogamous period. To be able to make a conscious choice out of your philosophy, out of your environment is asking for rousing chaos. It appears monogamy has much to do with sexuality and not of the love that unites two people. What does love have to do with sex? Or sex has to do with love?
I would like to know if anyone can offer me a good answer as to why a person shouldn’t be allowed to share themselves freely with another person in more ways than just an emotional or spiritual response. Why wouldn’t I connect with someone unreservedly on sexual conditions just because my partner wouldn’t grant me permission? My body is my will and so is my mind when I make a decision.
I’ve come to recognize there are lots of reasons as to why I don’t feel a closed relationship would work for me (until further notice). I knew from the start I wasn’t some downright scandalous cheater but a person who felt caged and was practically dying to be unleashed into absolute liberty.
I’d wonder why I could be with a partner and decide at a whim of madness the desires I knew that weren’t going to be met by they. Maybe what seemed to be hopeless was an expectation of a matter? Something deeper I presently fail time and time again to put my finger on.
Perhaps I sit premeditating a cycle that becomes unbearable if I yearn for the obviousness of me wielding the power of a man’s shaft in my hands with a mind and mouth of a dangerous whore searching for the collection of sperm through wishes of instant gratification which takes place from her tangible performance.
Or perhaps I’m with a friend or two lounging with an array of smoke and alcohol and the heat of lust takes over me when I’m aware my partner and I rarely throw ourselves into the throes of passion where tongues collide first in a ritual of softness and saliva sparks the breath of required aspiration. Of a person savoring my body with their glorious hands and taking into account that tomorrow is never promised.
There isn’t a hiding place for greed, eventually it will catch up to you. There isn’t a safe place for expectation to rest its head. There isn’t a means to destroy the need for instantaneous connection. Is there a point to living life without the utter abundance of life itself when there isn’t any time like the present?
Somewhere between the age of twenty-nine and thirty I’ve learned to stop being super strong mentally and to stop being selfish when it comes to people who may not love me in the way common people hold on to their ideal definition of what it’s like to be family. But things are what they are. Many times it’s better if one understood sooner than later: It’s okay to cutoff the systematic approach of over-complicating your life just because you FEEL it’s important or at the very least are filled with bottomless need of something (anything) to continually complain about because it consists of your selfishness and attachment to life.
The thing that bugs me out is how I had the type of childhood where I couldn’t wait to grow the fuck up. So by the time I made it out my teenage years I ran away from my family as far as I fucking could hoping to deny who, what and where I came from. (But never to the extent of my pathological liar brother who’s so shameful he tells everyone he’s from Greece.) At first it was spectacular and I forgot somebody’s sperm and somebody’s egg created me. In the middle of my twenties I had the hardest time forgiving my family when it was me I needed to forgive. FUCK THEM!
Than some time last year until the present I realized just how much I’ve missed out on everybody else’s life like my one cousin who was shot 7 times by another man’s envy yet survived somehow. Or how my other cousin has now been diagnosed with being bipolar and schizophrenic ever since he spaced the fuck out and shat in the living room of his house and started to finger-paint. Then came my grandfather’s multiple heart attacks and aunt’s breast cancer.
Still what throws me for the biggest loop is catching up with my family brings me back to the thought of “Holy shit! So I’m REALLY am a part of this dysfunctional family” especially when we started to share sex stories. My aunt M (scratch that!) everyone in my family talks openly about sex in a way that is just like breathing air along with casual humor.
She starts out by saying how her last relationship was horrible and had to end it because the guy didn’t know how to fuck let alone eat pussy. Than my mother chimed in with, “Why didn’t you teach him?” “Aye no! I don’t like teaching.” I butted in, patted my mother on the back with a chuckle and said, “Well on my end it must be genetics.” We all laughed, until my mother killed it by saying “My daughter must be the same good lover as me.” ><
I can’t deny what lacks or breeds within me. I’m bound by blood and shit. Yeah, I know a lot of everything happens to be about exposure, and of course, about the very things we frequently collect such as our moral codes. And I’m not sure, entirely why, I feel like speaking about this, except for the fact that it’s in the forefront of my mind but: Monogamy.
Some people believe in it and others don’t. Either way I believe it stems (typically and/or sometimes) from our introduction at home and no matter how anybody makes it seem Monogamy is a Personal Choice (and unnatural ;)). Monogamy and I don’t get along simply because I look at this word and the baggage it comes with as a matter of possession, not of love or kindness. And growing up I didn’t have anyone to help me look at it otherwise (nor do I want to at this point in time :D).
In my family, every single person I’m aware of cheats on their partner, spouse, lover, boyfriend, girlfriend with someone at some point of their lives whether they believed they had a good reason for it or not. The other day I was telling my nonexclusive partner once again: How I rather be in an open-relationship than the closed one we used to share for the thousand time. And I used the story my aunt M told everyone in the kitchen to prove the point of why I feel I am the way that I am: Her son (who’s her favorite by the way) calls her daily on the phone to speak about how he met someone (WHO IS NOT HIS WIFE) who has the fattest ass.
M never mentioned whether he’s already being unfaithful but goes on to say, “I can’t tell him he shouldn’t cheat or mess around with other girls. He’s just twenty-three years old and married young with an 8-month year old baby. He needs to experience and have his adventures. But I tell him he has to delete all the text messages he sends out and receives quickly because his wife who’s already insecure about herself will leave him and she’ll never let me see my grandson again..especially if she found out I was giving him this kind of advice.”
I always felt that before you get into a “closed” relationship with anyone you should learn as much as possible about where their family comes from and what their core values are and what their culture reflects and yada yada yada. Example: I dated a Chinese man years ago and never knew I was dating an entire custom so deep that behind my back his toxic family would set him up on dinner dates with Chinese women for an arrange marriage in the near future.
Another important factor is just how great or poor their parenting skills are in terms of these great examples that are not to be taken likely and based on true stories: Are they the kind of parents to help their children get away with actual murder, such as allowing their son/daughter to pass HIV to their current partner even though the entire family knows about it? Or are they the type of parents who want the best for their children and actually guide them slightly into leading a fulfilling life with their girlfriend/boyfriend, but have enough decency to never personally conflict their own lives?
Lastly, no matter how much your husband/boyfriend or wife/girlfriend claims to not get along with their parents (like me!) children (no matter how old we become) tend to shadow their first little-known role-models. It’s hard to be something we aren’t when we primarily are created in our parents image (or whoever we grew up with). To avoid a situation like the story above (in a sense) it helps to know where your partner came/comes from because (more than likely – unless they experienced a traumatic experience that takes them completely out from who they were) that’s where they’re heading. Unless again, you come from my family and it’s unfaithful exposure where it’s AUTOMATICALLY AND LITERALLY ENCOURAGED TO HAVE AN AFFAIR/CHEAT.
I’m not saying I condone awful behavior like cheating on your significant other and hope the secrets you’re busy covering up won’t catch up to you (because they will). What I am saying is I have an understanding and a knack for why people decide to make the personal choice of being mindfully faithless according to the in’s and out’s of my family. Key word: Exposure.
Thoughts are welcome.