Poly diaries - our holidays of love
Not three weeks ago we've been called degenerates for being poly by a young and apparently open-minded person. But we've often said that our way of being, in nowadays Romania, can be worse than being gay as it hits the center of the belief of a unique-forever-love-and-marriage-overseen-by-God. It matters not, of course, we can barely find a few of those functional partnerships, our way is a degenerate way.
Just to get things straight: I don't believe poly is good and mono is bad, I believe everyone should do what makes them happy when it comes to this, in an open and truthful consensual way, of course, and stop judging others for doing just the same.
I have never had a postcard family, I did not really get the Christmas spirit and the joy of spending the holidays with your family, or the joy of opening presents for that matter. What joy? We were poor, we got what we needed or something very small and insignificant, not what we wanted. And people drank too much, and ate too much, and argued and spoke too fucking loud.
This year, on the 26th, my poly family got together after visiting our other families. There was a pile of presents and our happiness for finally being together. It was marvelous. Among smaller things, JK and his girl got me and Sylar a 3 days holiday in Bruges. Because we've been working so much, they decided that if we don't do this ourselves, stop and getaway that is, they're gonna do it for us. Can you imagine that? My husband and his lover got me and my lover a 3 days holiday. Outside Romania. Come on, say it out loud in a classic Romanian mindset. I thought so. And if that wasn't enough, I and Sylar made them a special present too: we made sure they got their engagement poly jewelry for Christmas. Sylar made them of course, I just pestered him to make sure they'll be ready in time :P So I and my lover made my husband and his lover their engagement jewelry (you can say this out loud in a Romanian mindset too). There were a lot of happy tears and hugs going around.
Last night the four of us went out in a pub to meet a couple of friends passing by Bucharest. They know and accept our being poly, so we behaved freely with holding hands, caressing, kissing and making poly jokes. In the end, I and JK got home and we realized that for the last two days, since all of us got together to celebrate our poly Christmas, we've been euphoric. We are just so fucking happy. I most certainly don't remember feeling so open and true to my inner self. There's no struggle. No guilt. Just a lot of love.