The way I operate my polly is in the style of kitchen table. Often I talk to my partners about things I might be struggling with with other partners. The idea of everyone getting along, sharing time, a bed, a home, it’s all something that fills me with pride.
I’m the girl who will walk down the street with a partner on either side, holding both their hands.
I do this for many reasons. Primarily because I’m proud and I dare someone to rain on that, to try and dull my ability to love. Also though I want everyone to feel included, loved, valued.
The other day for the first time I had someone break that chain. They pulled away and communicated they were not comfortable being seen like “that.”
And honestly, it hurt. It ended up  dissolving the relationship. It took me back to a time where someone saw marks on my ass and suddenly couldn’t get it up.
I felt gross, like I was something to feel shame over, like my other lover was something to feel shame over. All these feelings triggered such a pull back shut down response in me.
It would be one thing if he hadn’t known how i handle my polly, but his shame for who I am, what I seek to build sunk our relationship ship really fast.
Once the words had been spoken he couldn’t take them back. I couldn’t stop hearing them, how he wouldn’t be seen like “that.” I am to damn proud to slink in shadow.
Be it my dominance, my daddy dynamic, my polly, my dirty humour, my trucker mouth, I am loud in all I am. If it bothers you, don’t take up my space, don’t try to trim my unruliness. Accept me or lose me. There is no room for compromise when it comes to who I am.
This is not to say I would shove a dynamic in family’s face, or shove polly on someone who isn’t okay with it. But if you’ve identified yourself as my partner the assumption is that by that point you realize nothing with me is spoken in whispers. It’s one thing to communicate your needs, I’ll work with you. But when your insecurities make you cruel, when your possessiveness makes you careless, when your fear closes your mind, you’ll never get my compromise.
Be real with me. Tell me what you need, don’t hide from who I am, because I will not hide to make you feel better.
Don’t share my bed thinking you will change me once I’ve opened up to you. I’ll retreat to save myself faster then you can blink.
This is who I am. Proud of my polly, my kink, my intensity, my dominance. I seek partners who respect and even like one another, I share most things, because I believe in openness. I can respect keeping things between partners if asked, but my default is openers. I will not tone it down, quiet my moans, dull my shine, silence my ability to love many. Accept me for me, or find what you need to feel secure. I always do what I can to build a foundation, but I can only fight so many fires. Ultimately it’s the other person who knows what they can and can’t handle.