Why....you ask?

My desire to share certain intimate details of my sex life has led to this blog. A sort of experiment, if you will; to see if I will get the same amount of satisfaction retelling my exploits to literally whomever wants to know, (and knows about the blog) rather than a very tolerant group of friends, who may or may not want to hear about my bedroom adventures. Thus, T.M.I. begins.

I am, (for those of you who do not know me) a curvy twenty-eight year old; with brown hair and hazel eyes, that has an undetermined future and a very definite sex drive. I currently reside in Alaska. Saying this state gets cold in the winter is a bit of an understatement. It may be more notable to say it gets warm in the summer.( which not everyone knows, and is a lot more exciting to us believe me)
A common saying here is "There is not much to do here in the winter besides____ and sex" (insert desired activity such as....1. Drinking 2. Sleeping 3. Random outdoors wintry activity)
I take this as a universal need for sex. Whatever else you are into, the most basic is always there. There are exceptions, of course, ( like those individuals that baffle my view of the universe with an appalling lack of hormonal overdrive) but I would say most people have this longing for intimate contact hardwired in.

I have, over the last two years (besides a stint of turmoil some time back) been with C_. This, however, does not prevent me from other connections, as we are in an open relationship. (We are polyamorus) This is how we started our relationship, and it has been a beautiful thing for me, as I could not have known, from my beginning, as a wary friend. C_ has opened my life to more love than I could hope for, and has given me back that which I had thought I had lost forever.

Be_ was my first, and most traumatic love. (I'm not talking juvenile crush) I did not want to admit that I was Bi to the world, but most especially, I was not ready for the intimidating rejection that awaited me from a peer that found us in the throes of passion. Two women having covert sex in the dorm room with the roommate there was probably ill advised, but I was neither thinking about this, nor did I care, until accused of betrayal, and my morality was questioned. I ran. I ran away from Be_ and from my own sexuality, straight into the arms of a man whom I knew had feelings for me. After that relationship came to a devastating crash less than a year later (go figure) I could not believe I was capable of a healthy, loving relationship. As the next few years past, I continued a rocky on/off thing with Be_ where I would sleep with her, but then not be able to handle loving her. I had never told her that I kept coming back because she was always there, rooted deep into my heart. When I started being with C_ as my lover, instead of as just my friend, he gave me that which had eluded me.

I had agreed to be with C_ in an open relationship; and he told me, after I had confided in him about my past, that I should tell Be_ how I felt about her. He unraveled all of the guilt, right there, and at the same time took away all the doubts I had that an open relationship would be a positive thing for me. I am now with both C_ & Be_ , although Be_ lives in another town, halfway across the state with her husband. (also polyamous.....hmmmm)
Now you know why my blog may have more than your average love-interest count, and I may begin what will hopefully be a very satisfying experience for everyone involved. Till we meet here again.