Some people I’ve seen have the misconception that a polyamorous person only loves at 50% or 33% of how much they could because they’re in a relationship with multiple people. This isn’t true. The capacity for love doesn’t end at 100% - a person who loves two people would be at 200%, someone who loves three at 300%, and so on. Each partner gets 100% of the person’s love.
This is in fact not how math works.
You don’t love a person that you are cheating on, some “dating” multiple people actually loves them each a whole 0%.
First off, I’d like to congratulate you. This is the first time anyone has started discourse on my page. You’re the idiot I’ll remember forever as the first one who came on a polyamory page to spread your hate. Congrats
Secondly, and try to actually keep up here, cheating requires lying, and if all partners are aware, no one is lying, and thus no one is cheating.
Again, cheating = deception, polyamory = all members are aware, and thus polyamory =/= cheating.
Some people I’ve seen have the misconception that a polyamorous person only loves at 50% or 33% of how much they could because they’re in a relationship with multiple people. This isn’t true. The capacity for love doesn’t end at 100% - a person who loves two people would be at 200%, someone who loves three at 300%, and so on. Each partner gets 100% of the person’s love.
One time I dreamt that I was going to the movies with my two partners, but then they wanted to bring their partners, and those wanted to bring theirs, etc. We were one giant group of polycule nerds and we took up almost the entire theater. The tickets were insanely expensive though. Afterwards, we went to McDonalds and I watched the workers all stare in utter terror as we poured in
“That’s just getting permission to cheat.” The explanation here is easy, its not cheating if you have permission and comparing a person in happy healthy relationship to a cheating scumbag is cruel.
“That’s so greedy.” Greed implies that someone is hoarding something, however you’ll notice, in polyamory people are allowed to date others. All comments of the greedy variety, even as jokes, come off as mean spirited and insulting.
“You’re such a slut.” Even as a joke or a compliment, using slut shaming language about the way that someone experiences their own romantic and sexual attraction is mean. Even if you’re using it to be friendly, nobody else ever is, and the majority of people will not enjoy being called a slut.
“Why isn’t one good enough?” Polyamorous people do not feel devalued by having their partners take on more partners. We do not feel as through we are being treated as not good enough. That’s not what its about. And if you’re not dating us, why should we explain our romantic experience to you?
“Don’t get used to it, you can’t marry both.” Mean. This is mean. You’re not being brutally honest or preparing them for the future. You’re being mean.
“I’d never date a guy with two girlfriends.” Any variety of the “well Iwouldneverdo that” isn’t kind. First, if you’re monogamous, they know already. Second, they don’t want your opinion on their relationship.
“Do they know about each other?” If someone says they have two partners, this cannot be your first response. You are assuming right off the bat that they are cheating, a terrible thing to do. Assume their partners know. If they were cheating, they probably wouldn’t tell you.
“I’ve cheated before too, I get it.” Your experience in monogamous relationships is more similar to polyamory than cheating is. Don’t compare cheating to polyamory, ever.
“Well as long as they know about each other that’s okay.” First, they’re not looking for your approval or for you to tell them it’s okay. Second, this is another example of treating polyamory like its similar to cheating. Assuming that cheating is the baseline and polyamory is just “okay cheating” is both incorrect and mean.
Too many assumptions are made about people who are polyamorous. You can be having sex with one person and be poly. You can be having sex with NONE persons and be poly. You can go six years having sex with the same person and still consider yourself to be existing in an open relationship with that person. These things HAPPEN. A LOT. You can share love with multiple people in vastly different ways. Polyamorous doesn’t always (or even usually, in my expereince) mean “I fuck a bunch of people all the time.” Polyamorous doesn’t even have to mean a person ever has sex. The term “amorous” doesn’t specifically denote sexual activity at all. Sexuality and intimacy come in infinite and unimaginably diverse forms. All (consensual ones) are valid and worthy of respect and privacy if so desired by those involved. Unless someone chooses to share this particular variety of magic with you, IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. And why do people care anyway? How is it actually negatively affecting their own life enough to take the time out of their day to make broad assumptions and spread bullshit and shame people? Stop the assumptions. Stop the shame. Stop the hate.
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y’all will probably attempt to save up money to head to a concert together . they promise you that if they choose the band / artist , you choose next time ! though if you like rock music , you shouldn’t have too much to worry about . they’ll choose either van halen , ac/dc , or some other great rock group !
but since all of you are broke teens , going to places like 7/11 and circle k are the most common . you guys often buy slushees and junk food before sitting on the curb and bonding over stupid stuff .
“do you ever think about if the time traveling stuff was a dream?”
“woah, dude, you could be onto something…”
“guys, how did we have the same dream?”
when either ted’s or bill’s parents’ are gone , you guys have a sleepover ! which of course consists of listening to rock music , watching horror movies that they rented , and them trying to show off their guitar playing skills .
all three of you guys have tried to dye each other’s hair with kool-aid at either one of their houses at some point . ted needed to buy some bleach for his hair since surprise surprise , he’s a brunet . the kool-aid idea backfired and you cackled when some of bill’s curls became multi colored . i’m talking red , blue , and a weird brown color on every curl . thank god it was washed out .
after that , he pouted and sulked for a solid three days before he managed to get most of the dye out .
you all tried baking a cake as a date idea one evening after school . your boyfriends ended up accidentally getting a bunch of flour on your hair and clothes ( courtesy of ted , who claims that the flour dumping was for bill ) . though they helped you do almost every step , minus the ones with flour .
board games ! they both team up to beat you at monopoly , though you excel at battleship . during twister , they were kind of pervy but you beat them anyways with your ✨beautiful s/o charm✨
they try to teach you how to skateboard at some point , which causes you to fall many times or you get right away , depending on how himbo you actually are .
they have watched drama movies with you at the local theater . the three of you went to watch ‘steel magnolias’ and they refuse to admit they cried . you could hear sniffling noises and tiny sobs , which broke your heart and amused you at the same time . after the movie , you bought them snacks to try and cheer them up ( which didn’t really work but they appreciated it anyways )
“thanks babe, but this doesn’t change the fact that *sob* that movie was most non triumphant…”
expect cute little picnics at the park ! they tried to make food , but they ended up buying fast food and just made it seem like they cooked it—
honestly , no matter what you guys do for dates , these himbos always make it fun .
Perks of dating ! One of you has to get the motivation to make the bed after the sheets are washed. You’re can’t all be unmotivated and end up sleeping on a mattress for a week, right ? Right ??
Warnings: SMUT, making out, oral sex (m and f receiving), PinV sex, hand jobs, voyeurism, mentions of PTSD, mild angst, mentions of Marcus’ late wife as well as fluff, sweetness, affection, polyamory, M/M and M/F smut ahead as well as group sex because everyone is in love with everyone here
Summary/Notes: So here it is: my first throuple fic!!! I’ve been wanting to write one forever and once I decided on Frankie and Marcus the words started flowing! I love poly fics and thought the fandom could use more. I recognize this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope those who like it do enjoy! And I am very much open to writing more for them in the future if anyone is interested. As always, likes, comments, reblog appreciated!!
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It’s such a relief every time Frankie pulls in the driveway and sees both your and Marcus’ cars already in their spots. He hops out and goes inside, excited to see everyone after his latest appointment. His road to recovery has been hard, harder at times than he thought he could stand. But knowing you and Marcus and Missy were at home, rooting for him? It’s kept him going on some of the toughest days and nights he’s ever experienced.
He’s brought out of his reminiscing when he opens the door and you’re walking through the living room with a basket of folded laundry. When you hear him coming in, you set the basket down and immediately jog over to him to embrace him without a word. Frankie relaxes immediately in your hold and buries his nose in your neck, breathing deep.
You don’t say anything while he leans against you, letting him get himself reacquainted with being home after the emotional upheaval that therapy always brings. He lets you know it’s okay to talk by lifting his head enough to press his lips to your cheek, planting a firm kiss there just for you.
“How was it?” you ask, watching his expression up close now that he’s looking at you.
“Good,” he says with a sigh, “hard. But we’re making progress.”
You grin at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on his plush lips, gasping a little when he presses his hand into your lower back so you’re flush against each other. You don’t get a chance to say anything else because Missy comes bursting into the room, proclaiming dinner is ready and she’s hungry.
I get so tired of hiding who I love. Every day, I want to just scream it from the rooftops and love who I love, outloud. I want to post pics of my BF and me like it’s common knowledge and no big deal. Our polycule’s 6 year anniversary is coming up, and I want to show off cutesy pics of the 4 of us and tell our story.
I want to not give a shit about what people think, the judgement we would inevitably get, or the friends I’d probably lose (but were they real friends anyway if they don’t love me for who I am?).
While not out to most friends and family, we don’t hide it in the general public. I always hope that someone runs into us somewhere and the cat is out of the bag. I want to say, “yep, THISISUS, we’re all happier than a fat kid with cake, and we’re no different than yesterday when you didn’t know we were romantically involved.” It seems so unnatural and weird to love someone so much but just “be friends” in so many settings and to so many people.
Of course I made too much of a deal about the date night. Too much anxiety.
It was a wonderful evening. And followed pretty much the usual script: start at the bar, move to the lounge, sit far apart, sit closer, subtle touching of the shoulder/arm/leg, kiss on the cheek, blow job in the parking lot…
KIDDING!
There was no blow job. We had a wonderful conversation and snuggled on a couch. We did get beyond the innuendo and agree that there is a sexual attraction there. So that was good. I dig her.
But…
I worry that she’s going to get too attached. They jumped into the lifestyle by getting into a six-year relationship with another couple, which evidently ended poorly because of attachments and jealousy. We are definitely not looking for anything serious. I think I have made that clear to her. I know that my spouse has made that clear to her spouse.
Speaking of the spouses: they had their date night last night. While it was going on, I was completely cool with it. Now I knew there was no hall pass, so maybe that was a part of my ease, but I never even wondered to what level of touching or kissing they got to. And I didn’t ask when she got home. As long as she is happy, I am happy.
And she is happy. She likes him.
I think that the four of us are going to hang together soon. Maybe as soon as tonight.
Yep. You might say she got really attached. Sorry not sorry.
