So we make it to October. There’s a nip in the air, days are crisp, nights are becoming downright cold — perfect temperatures for wrapping yourself around a lover and warming things up to a more comfortable temperature, as in “naked cuddles and sexy time.” Not that there’s been a lot of that going on, the last few weeks. Alas, Joe and I and the BF have all been hit with horrid colds for weeks now and to add to the fun, both of them have been buried under loads of work-stress. In addition to a few other things, it’s…
Author: Mina Gorey
Mina Gorey
Mina Gorey is a polyamorus pornographer who shares her sex life with fiancé Joe via her websites, and their personal life via spycams. That was all cool and boundary-broadening, so then she went polyamorus, and now she and Joe share other stuff, with other people. She shares a lot of that with the web, via a blog.
So yeah, life sucks right? Well no, actually. Life is pretty good for us poly pornographers, hence my absence. Too busy living it to blog much about it, so thanks for your patience with my neglect. Summer’s gone out with a bang – in a tent….because camping…and tent sex – and fall descends with a whimper. Temps are still high, things overall are pretty good. I’ve been doing this weird “making friends” thing and am hitting the bars with two kickass girlies tonight. To paraphrase a song I won’t listen to but has a pretty goddamn catchy title: we got…
It’s no great shock that Showtime’s newest hit “Polyamory: Married and Dating” has created buzz. Relationship bloggers — mono and non-mono — have beaten the piss out of it, “experts” have declared this, that and the other bullshit, and I’m not going there. The subject did, however, inspire a train of thought on relationship dynamics in general and the fact that, as with polyamory, everyone does things differently. Take Couple/Triad/Whatever 1 over here. They love each other, they’re committed, and they rip each other to fucking shreds. They’ve got a humour-oriented relationship dynamic and whip sarcasm around like it was…
Hey! How the hell is everyone? Great! How are we? We’re great too. That is all. Really. Not much is going on here, I’m happy to say. Yep. Happy. Joe and I went camping last weekend and it was a “Family Fun Fest with the in-laws, chilling at the beach by the lake, camping in the woods” kinda weekend. He kept in touch via text with his girlfriend L. I kept in touch with boyfriend A via same. We got sunburns, ate junk food, took turns scaring raccoons away from the garbage whenever evening fell, drank a bit and snickered…
Joe and I like kissing. A lot. By this (in addition to the joys of rampant face-suckery), I mean the old saw: Keep It Simple, Stupid. Upon deciding to follow through with non-monogamy, the question of how came up. The two most important factors were also the most obvious: respect and honestly. These go without saying and should be the foundation of any relationship, especially one with the potential complications of non-monogamy. Love is not enough. We’ve all seen toxic couples who can’t get along for 10 minutes but also can’t bear to be apart. They can’t stand each other…
Recently I tweeted employing the term PolyFidele, indicating a state of polyfidelity seasoned with a little French panache because I’m a Quebecer now and that’s the kind of shit qu’on fait. Whether or not one is perfectly bilingual, after a few years here, some things are simply best said in French. I stopped cold and thought (in English) “Holy shitballs. What did I just say?” Polyfidelity: a term least understood by the monogamous, many of whom have difficulty grasping open relationships at all and prefer to explain it to themselves as “license to fuck anything that moves.” Yes, there are…
In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m kind of a ball busting bitch. On purpose. It’s an integral part of the vetting process, with which I weed out the lame and the halt — or as pertains to socializing with strangers on the internet: the douchebags and the freaks. As a very, VERY strong woman, the only men who can handle me are men at least as strong as I am who know what they want and go the fuck after it when they want it. Enter Greek A. Expressed interest, kept in touch. Thus, got a number. Again: kept…
The stables….the Prospects…those ever in flux fellas I’m chatting up or have perhaps begun dating, ever hopeful that someone will have the stamina to hang in there and make it to PolyBoyfriend. I envision them patiently ensconced in their stalls, quietly massive, awaiting my decision, time and interest, and perhaps stamping an impatient hoof, anticipating our evenings together, and the day I finally throw a saddle over a strong back, cinch it tight and take my chosen new mount for the ride of his life. Or perhaps I’ve read Anne Roquelaure’s Beauty Trilogy far, far too many times. The state…
A while back, I wrote a post that was mainly a FAQ about OUR version of polyamory, as well as an update about our cast of characters for anyone who was having trouble keeping track of B, T, L, F and who others were/are. This was in response to questions I get on a fairly regular basis from readers, fans, and of course, real-life Prospects who may or may not be polyamorous or familiar with the concept at all. Focusing more on the mechanics today, let’s address another common question I get: “Yeah, but how did you decide to DO…
Happy Hump Day, Swingsetters! I do so hope you’ll get your hump on today, in some form. Damn skippy, I plan to, being the hump-positive little thing I am. Mina here aka The Poly Pornogapher, and perhaps I should introduce myself. No doubt, you’ve peeked at the little bio below my blog, and if you haven’t, allow me to direct you to do so. Read it? Good. That pretty much sums who I am and what the deal is with me. I’ve been sharing my dabblings in polyamory via my own blog over at Mina’s Musings, and if you’d like…