(From the South Bay Poly September newsletter)
I’ve just written up about 600 words for a friend of mine to post on her blog, about “how I became poly.” When it’s out, I’ll provide the link. Of course, in my case, I tend to think that I’m poly by nature somehow—I don’t recall making a decision to “become” poly. Though in this blog piece, I hedge my bets a bit. In reality, though, if I chose anything, it was to explicitly acknowledge something I knew I already was.
I grew up as a Christian who believed in marriage for life. My parents had one marriage: To each other, for over forty years. My sisters both married once—for life.
At the same time, though, I wondered why, when my college girlfriend moved away during my sophomore year, she thought I was sending her a “Dear John” letter simply because I told her I was seeing another woman since her departure. And later I wondered why, if my fiancée truly loved me, she would break our engagement simply because I had once seen someone else. What did she mean by “love,” anyway? To be fair, she probably wondered what I meant by it.
Maybe I’ll tell this all to the Unitarian polys, who seem disturbed by the possibility that polyness may not be something that some people “choose.”
How did you become poly, anyway?
