A SummerTale: Exploring Polyamory

By Brittney M. Walker

The photo has nothing to do with this time in my life…. I think though it depicts how I was feeling during this time … hehehe

Newly freed of relationship obligations and shed of any judgment, I am excited to try new men. Issa Ray’s latest season of “Insecure” was airing simultaneously and I was eating up all the drama on “Being Mary Jane.” Coincidence? Meh…

I have a lover, a friend turned lover. He’s married but polyamorous. We hang, smoke, make etheric love, chill. For us, it’s perfect. No obligations to one another except for the emotional responsibility we both in action agree to. We care for each other like we would care for ourselves. The wind is in our sails.

I like this idea. I feel, energized. Another man enters my sphere, he more or less got my juices flowin’. “Sex only,” I tell him. It’s good too. We also begin to hang, do friend things and share some feelings, some emotional responsibilities. He’s now a lover. He also has a woman, but they’re polyamorous.

Pause: my mama would say, “ew that’s just nasty.” I guess I’m nasty.

Anyway, lovers, spring/summer, sex, smoke, heat, single-ness. It’s great.

I give a key to lover number one. I leave town and want him to keep my plants watered. They die under his care. *sideeye*

Summer gets a little warmer. I am spending time hard core with both. It’s exciting, intriguing. I’m learning a…