How To Fuck Up Polyamory
I’ll come right out and say it, I’ve never understood polyamory. To be blunt, I’m not incredibly facile at building and maintaining loving relationships with one person at a time. (Yes, folks, Bacchus is available, and has been for… well… crap, I’m out of fingers and toes, uh… er, for a long time.) Start upping the numbers, and in my limited experience, things get ugly fast.
That “experience”, I will confess, consists of only one single train of events, which unfolded over two years and involved five friends of mine, three of them quite close friends. By the end of the matter two previously happy couplings were history, and I had witnessed a wedding, two divorces, one suicide attempt, several more contemplated suicides, and many many many hours of anguished conversation and tearful soul searching. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, appeared to enjoy much of this process, although the central figure is, or was when last heard from, happily living in a poly family and community on a different coast.
Now, that said, I’m sympathetic to the idea of polyamory. It’s just that I’m pessimistic about its prospects and stability. So I tend to be drawn to accounts of poly lifestyles, and I try to be polite about the fact that my fascination is akin to the fascination of a train-loving bystander at a really juicy train wreck.
Ever since I first linked to Lilith’s Note of the Day, I have noticed that Lilith has interesting stuff to say about the poly lifestyle. Her blog, and the network of linked blogs of some of the people dear to her, make for fascinating reading, at least if you are interested in human relationships and the rich complex ways in which they overlap.
All of which is by way of incredibly long-winded introduction to this item, entitled simply “How to Fuck Up” by Elise Matthesen. Lilith notes that this helpful guide has been circulating since 1997, but she doesn’t personally think it’s gotten quite enough exposure. Of the nine enumerated methods for fucking up, I saw at least seven put to effective use during the one poly train wreck I witnessed. So I’d have to agree, a little more exposure couldn’t hurt. Go read it already, it’s full of gems like Method One:
1. Lie. This is basic and effective. To maximize bad results, lie about something important to the other person(s) and arrange to be caught in the lie in such a way as to produce maximum shock. Additional stress points awarded for keeping the lie going for a while before discovery, which increases the disorientation and sense of betrayal in the deceived person(s). Lying about sex gets double points. Lying about being married gets triple fuck-up points. Creative lies of omission (i.e. “not telling”) with fancy rationalizations and condescension get gold stars.
And now it’s truly the deep dark middle of the night, and time for sleep.
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Sorry to reply to an incredibly old post, but my god I agree with you. It’s a nice idea in theory, one of those things where you’d like to think you’re grown up, open minded and secure enough to deal with it, but in reality, its not going to work unless ALL people involved are incredibly well adjusted, laid back, zen buddhist type of people, because if even one of them starts to feel jealous, neglected or betrayed, the whole things going to collapse, and it can fuck up a whole lot of people for a long time. Its a pity the piece you linked to no longer seems to exist, i would have liked to read it.
A good 3-way movie to watch before embarking on such a venture, would be “Summer Lovers” with the lovely and sexy Daryl Hannah which she made at age 22, between playing a sexy robot in “Blade Runner” and the sexy mermaid in “Splash”. Oh… and get the UNCUT version, the prudish version they rent out at Blockbuster’s will likely disappoint readers of a sex blog.
Just had a twenty-one year old marriage flushed down the toilet by Polyamory.
Last year, my husband “came out” as a polyamorist.
I had a mental breakdown, went into a deep depression, became suisidal, spent a week on a psych ward and am now getting a divorce and a shit-load of counseling and anti-depressant drugs.
The signs of him being polyamourist were there all the time, it wasn’t until he had a name for it that he had to rub my face in it.
I guess he couldn’t help it any more than someone can help being gay.
But it’s left my very heart and soul in ruins.
If you’re polyamourous, fine. Don’t date and marry people who are staunchly monogamous.
Please.