[Remington]

[ColSpanker]

Let's give that opening line a little spin and ask how it might be received:

"As I write this, my children are asleep in their room, Frank Sinatra is on the stereo, and my husband is out on a date with a woman named Lucretia. It’s his second date this week;his fourth this month so far.
If it goes like the others, he’ll come home in the middle of the night, crawl into bed beside me, and tell me all about how he and Lucretia had sex. I won’t explode with anger or seethe with resentment. I’ll tell him it’s a hot story and I’m glad he had fun. It’s hot because he’s excited, and I’m glad because I’m a woman who believes in polygamy."

[Troll King]

(07-17-2015 09:04 AM)dog Wrote:  

Is it just me or has there been a coordinated effort to push this open relationship bullshit in the last couple years?

Yes, there has been. It gained a lot of steam with the Sex at Dawn book and is continuing to gain steam and momentum. Interestingly enough, I think the few polygamous reality TV shows were pushed specifically to get polyamory in the spotlight.

I know this may sound a bit tin foil hattery, especially considering that the few shows, I forget their names, were mainly about patriarchal Mormon polygamy, but if you want to normalize something then you need to show the bad side of it so that you can come in and show the good side.

It is actually a pretty simple formula. Show X as bad, but not that bad, and then let X become somewhat normalized in the mainstream consciousness, or at least reach a point of awareness. Then create a moral crusade against X and say things like, "in theory X is good and I am OK with it, but you need to understand how all these characteristics, such as A, B, and C, are really problematic from a modern and ethical point of view...what we really need is Y, which has many of the same features of X...or all the good, progressive, and ethically modern features...without any of the historical baggage of X" and then they go on to promote Y in force.

While this is a very generalized form, it isn't all that different than what they have done with gays, trannies, single mothers, or hell, even abortion. They normalize it in the public consciousness, with abortion it is always about rape and incest, and then progressively outward define the parameters by constantly shifting definitions.

With polygamy/polyandry/polygyny/polyamory/whatever, they will show the down side of a Mormon "plural marriage" and then critique it and all of its "problematic" elements. Then they move onto pushing poly relationships in other directions showing how much better and more "fabulous" and natural...cue Sex at Dawn...it is for a woman to be sexually empowered through sleeping with men other than her husband. This has already happened. Oprah, and I believe there have been a number of shows both fictional and reality-TV-based, have come out in support of female controlled poly relationships.

(07-17-2015 09:05 AM)General Stalin Wrote:  

Those poor children with an absent mother and a neutered father. This was a wretched read.

Yes. Couldn't agree more.

(07-17-2015 10:10 AM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:  

(07-17-2015 09:29 AM)scorpion Wrote:  

I would bet money that this is fake, and was actually written by a feminist woman. The writing just sounds extremely non-masculine, even by the standards of an emasculated cuckold man. Look at most of the bolded excerpts that Bacchus quoted. That's just not how men write.

dog Wrote:

Is it just me or has there been a coordinated effort to push this open relationship bullshit in the last couple years?

Yes. It's part of the spearhead pushing for polygamy/polyamory/"plural marriage". The goal is to destroy traditional marriage entirely.

You know, you might be onto something about this being fake. Excellent call. Alarm bells are now going off in my head about this.

I went and checked this writer's New York Magazine author's bio and it turns out this is "his" first and only story.

Also, the only references I can find on the Web regarding a "Michael Sonmore" relate to this story. There is no Facebook profile or anything like that. Most writers are huge attention-whores and are on FB.

Nor do I see any college info or race info when I reverse the last name to "sonmore michael" (you can usually tell people's backgrounds by seeing where they graduated or what races they've run).

This story doesn't say Michael Sonmore is a pseudonym. So with all this in mind, I'm saying Scorpion called this one and the magazine either got played by a fake writer or is playing the public with a fake story.

Could this be fake. Sure, maybe it is. However, I kind of doubt it. The guy is probably just using a fake name or maybe this really is the first time he has published something outside of a small blog under a different name.

Here is why I think it is real. I first came across this poly shit a few years ago on one of my trolling expeditions while hate reading feminist websites. There is a fairly large group of the feminist sphere that overlaps with all sorts of shit. Broadly speaking they call themselves the feminist kink community and it is a venn diagram of BDSM, Polyamory, Sex Positive, male feminists, gays and trannies, and so on.

If you go and spend a few hours reading through some of the blogs, I would start with reading or searching through r/polyamory, you will find a number of blogs and articles written exactly like this.

Maybe it is scripted or written by some computer program or maybe the simpler explanation is that there are a lot of limp wristed beta feminist cucks out there. Tumblr seems to have quite a few from what I remember.

The fact is that they all have the same tone and style in their writing. They come across as white knights and pedestal worshippers who try hard with a large vocabulary and "witty" remarks to compliment how much they show off their superior feminist beliefs.

If you find articles, search something like "my happy poly family", with pictures then you won't be one bit surprised how these guys look. Sometimes you can see that the boyfriend looks more alpha, for whatever that is worth, compared to the husband but more often both the husband and boyfriend look like emasculated pajama boys.

Anyways, I really wish this was fake but let me tell you guys. If you think this is as bad as it gets....lol...no, man. Just no. Some of the shit I have read in those communities is enough to give a guy like me PTSD. Feminists, both male and female, and all of those in related camps (progressives and SJWs) really are complete degenerates.

I'll see what I can find for some examples and post it in a bit.

[Troll King]

OK. So, I did a bit of googling, it has been awhile since I read some of these sites and some I couldn't find, and here is just a bit of an introduction with a matriarchal horror at the end.../shudder/


First up: My Two Husbands

Since a picture is worth a thousand words: Such a lovely Poly couple.



From the article, so you don't have to click the link:

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My family is very ordinary to me. We eat dinner together. We gather in the living room and watch movies. Last weekend, we went on a camping trip and sat around the campfire making s’mores, the grown-ups enjoying a few beers while my 9-year-old daughter challenged us with endless rounds of “would you rather?” It all feels so wonderfully mundane that sometimes I have to remind myself that most people view us as strange at best, depraved at worst.



I’m polyamorous, which means I believe you can love multiple partners at the same time. I’m in a relationship with my husband of nearly 17 years, and my boyfriend, with whom I celebrated my second anniversary in May. (In polyamorous lingo, our relationship is known as a “V”; I’m the “hinge” of the V and my two partners are the vertices.) People often say our lives sound complicated, but the truth is, we’re quite harmonious. We often joke that we’d make incredibly boring subjects for reality TV.

That hasn’t kept the world at large from condemning us. The right has spent years warning that we are the travesty waiting down the slippery slope of same-sex marriage. With every stride forward for marriage equality, I can count on turning on the TV to find conservative talking heads lumping families like mine in with pedophilia and bestiality. But liberals, for the most part, don’t treat us much better. They’re quick to insist that same-sex marriage would never, ever lead to such awful things — failing to point out how multi-partner relationships between consenting adults do not exactly belong in the same category as “relationships” with children or goats.





Even people who don’t vilify us still have a great deal of misconception. Aren’t you just “having your cake and eating it too,” they ask me? Isn’t this unfair to the men? Doesn’t this hurt your daughter? The confusion is understandable. Many people have never seen a polyamorous family like ours before. So let me explain how it works — or, at least, how it works for us.

My path here was a long one. As far back as I can remember, I felt that loving one person romantically did not preclude the possibility of loving another at the same time. It seemed natural and intuitive to me. But I had no models for that way of living, so I assumed there was something wrong with me.

I married my husband and remained in a monogamous relationship with him for many years. I knew I wanted to be with him for the long haul. But I was never entirely fulfilled. I couldn’t shake the feeling that some part of me was repressed.

When I learned about polyamorous relationships, I knew that’s what I wanted. My husband wasn’t so sure, though. It sounded fine for other people, but just not him. And it still seemed unrealistic to me, so I never pressed the issue.

When I returned to school to finish my bachelor’s degree in my late 20s, I became friends with a man who changed my mind about all that. He believed in polyamory, too, and we had long conversations about it together: how it could work, how it was truly possible.



One night, I sat down with my husband and spilled everything. I told him that being polyamorous was a part of who I am, and I asked if he would at least do some research and give it serious consideration before dismissing the idea. He understood that I never would have asked this if it hadn’t been extremely important.

That conversation could have ended our marriage. But instead, our journey into non-monogamy began.

One of the biggest hurdles in non-monogamy — probably the hurdle — is jealousy. My husband was an incredibly jealous person back then, but he began to question its usefulness and purpose. Jealousy is born from a fear of losing a partner; if you believe that love and intimacy can be shared, and are not diminished by sharing, then that fear loses a lot of its power. It was liberating for my husband to step outside of the box that saw everyone else as some kind of threat.

Once he became comfortable with the idea, I began dating my friend from school. Those early days were not without challenges. Choosing to be polyamorous doesn’t mean you instantly flip a switch that extinguishes all jealousy. But it does mean that we seek to understand why we’re feeling insecure. Rather than saying, “You can’t do this with this other person,” we try to pinpoint what’s missing from our own relationship. We say things like, “I’m having a hard time, and I could really use some quality one-on-one time with you right now.” Being able to ask for what you need — rather than direct negativity at a partner’s other relationship — is vital in a polyamorous relationship. Opening ourselves up in this way was a revelation for my husband and me. We became more connected with each other than we’d been in years.

That first romantic relationship of mine only lasted 10 months (though he remains one of my closest friends). Afterward, I didn’t actively seek another partner. I was hurting from the breakup and not in any rush to put my feelings on the line again. Still, I was happy knowing I had that freedom when the right person came along.

Eventually, he did. My boyfriend and I met through our leftist politics. We were members of the same organization. We built a friendship over a period of months, often sitting up talking until sunrise on my back porch. He hadn’t been familiar with polyamory before, though he said the idea made sense to him immediately. I knew I was falling for him, and suspected he felt the same, but I was uncertain whether he would want to be in a polyamorous relationship. After we finally kissed for the first time, I forced myself to have an upfront conversation. Because polyamory don’t rely on familiar social scripts, it’s crucial to spell out terms and expectations rather than relying on assumptions. I needed him to know I wanted a real relationship, not something casual on the side. He told me he wanted exactly the same thing.

From the beginning, I was aware that this relationship was different from my previous one. My boyfriend introduced me to his family, something my ex had never done. We spent a great deal of time together, and within months I knew I was falling in love. I hadn’t experienced that kind of emotional intensity since my husband and I were teenagers. Feeling that same surge so many years later made me freshly aware that my husband was the only other person I had really ever been in love with before.

My husband liked my boyfriend a great deal. He had even encouraged me many times to “go for it” in the preceding months. Still, it was an adjustment to watch me develop such deep feelings for someone else. And he was somewhat surprised to find himself struggling with his feelings over this. (Hadn’t he slayed that green-eyed monster with the last relationship?) But this was another learning experience: Every relationship is different, and presents a new set of challenges. With time, and plenty of talking, I was able to give my husband the reassurance he needed. This wasn’t a threat to our relationship. If anything, I loved him more than ever.

At the same time as I was trying to help my husband feel secure, I was also fearful about the future with my boyfriend. As the months went on, and I began to envision a lasting relationship with him, I worried constantly that he would leave me for a “normal” life. He never expressed any jealousy over my relationship with my husband, but I knew it was frustrating for him that I wasn’t freely available to leave my family and spend time together on a whim, and I felt guilty for the unavoidable limitations placed on us. But my boyfriend made it clear to me that he did see a future with me.


A year ago, my husband and I started looking to buy our first home, and we did so with the full intention that my boyfriend would come live with us. When we first embarked on living polyamorously, I hadn’t imagined meshing our worlds so fully. But it became increasingly clear doing so made sense for all of us.

This past year has been a gradual transition. My boyfriend is at our house about half the week, and will be moving in full-time when his current lease is up, just weeks from now. All three of us had some apprehensions about sharing the space. But this slow adjustment has given us a chance to see firsthand how well it works, and none of us has concerns anymore.

Like any relationship, both of mine occasionally have conflict. But at this stage, that conflict isn’t related to the fact that there are three of us. I have the same kinds of spats and disagreements with each of my partners that monogamous folks have: I’m sensitive and get my feelings hurt; stress makes one of us snippy; we have those absurd fights that start over nothing.

Sometimes, having limited time with each of them does create more tension. I have higher expectations for the time we’re going to spend together, and sometimes those high expectations cause me disappointment. But that’s less and less of a problem as we blend our lives together under one roof, and I no longer feel that my time is so divided between them.

Last weekend, as the three of us were sitting around the campfire, after my daughter had gone to sleep, the conversation turned to the impending move-in, and how ready we all feel to take that step.

“It just feels right,” my husband said to my boyfriend, and I just sat back and smiled.

Of course, one of the most common questions I get is about children. Isn’t a family like ours a harmful environment for kids? My daughter, who will be 10 next month, has known that her father and I are non-monogamous for nearly as long as she can remember. She certainly isn’t exposed to sexuality any more than children of monogamous relationships are; she sees child-appropriate displays of affection between me and both of my partners, and she lives in a stable, loving home. I often talk to her about the fact that society frowns on families like ours, and whenever I mention the claims that polyamory is bad for children, she rolls her eyes and says, “Oh no, kids having more people to love them! How horrible!”

She adores my boyfriend, and his relationship to her is like that of a stepparent, or maybe the fun live-in uncle. They play video games and do Mad-Libs together, and they laugh a lot. When I think about the number of kids with an absent parent, I think it’s pretty great that my daughter has three adults in her life to give her time and attention and care. And with all the varieties of loving, blended families in the world, I fail to see why mine should be considered any differently.

After all these years together, I still look forward to seeing my husband every day when he gets home from work. At least one night a week, the two of us stay up and do nothing but talk for hours and hours. We are far past the honeymoon phase, but in a world where so many marriages fail, we both feel incredibly fortunate to still genuinely enjoy one another’s company, and to remain deeply in love.


And my husband feels that he benefits a great deal from being non-monogamous. He is far more introverted than I am, and knowing I have another partner to spend time with helps him to feel like it’s OK for him to spend time alone, or to turn down invitations to social events he once would have felt obligated to attend with me. Being polyamorous allows us more breathing room to each be ourselves, rather than feeling like our needs are in conflict with one another. Maybe because I am more fulfilled now and living in a way that feels authentic for me, our marriage is stronger than it’s ever been.

My boyfriend and I, too, can easily pass an entire night engrossed in conversation. We giggle together a lot, love nerdy board games, and share a dedication to leftist organizing and social justice. After just two years together, we are in a newer and in some ways more exciting phase of our relationship than my husband and I are. But there is a tremendous amount of comfort between us, as well. I often find it difficult to believe that we’ve only known each other such a relatively short period of time. It feels as though we’ve known each other forever.

My boyfriend and I are planning a (non-legal) wedding ceremony next summer, and would likely legally marry if we could. But it’s painful to know that many people in our lives will never take our relationship completely seriously, or see it as entirely real.

The reality is that all three of us are consenting adults, who are all incredibly happy in our family. My partners are equally free to pursue other relationships, and both value that freedom a great deal. But for the time being, we are all quite content with things the way they are. And it’s offensive to all three of us when people assume that someone in our relationship must be the “victim.”

Both my partners are firmly committed to feminist values, and both make me feel respected, loved and valued for who I am. They are my best friends, my greatest supporters, and I cannot imagine my life without them. As for what makes it work, we don’t really find it as complicated as other people assume. Just like any relationship: communication, honesty, trust and respect. The ability to compromise comes in handy. But for the most part, we celebrate one another’s individuality, and we never try to stifle or control one another. Our life is comfortable and peaceful.

On a typical evening when everyone is home, my husband — who loves to cook — makes dinner, and we all eat together. Afterward, we might watch a movie. Sometimes my boyfriend and my daughter play video games while my husband and I work on our computers. Sometimes my boyfriend (currently a nursing student) has homework and my daughter reads in her room, and my husband and I sit and talk in the living room. After my husband and daughter go to bed, my boyfriend and I — the night owls in the family — might stay up and talk, or just sit together and read. It all feels so normal, it’s hard to believe I once thought it was impossible.

When my daughter talks about same-sex marriage or polyamorous relationships, she always looks perplexed and says, “I don’t understand why anyone is angry about people being in love and not hurting anyone.” And I long for a world where everyone is able to see it so simply.

So much to unpack here or to simply troll on about...but, I will let you guys do that as I have much more to add and this will get somewhat long. Just know that I have bolded the highlights that I saw and underlined the really...eh, amusing...parts.

Next up....
A Polyamorous Wedding

Sorry, no pics this time...but use your imagination, it is probably much more correct than you might think.

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When my boyfriend first mentioned the possibility of getting married someday, I was taken by surprise.

"Sure, I'd marry you if it was legal," I told him. And he asked me: "Who cares if it's legal?"

We're polyamorous, and I've been legally married to my other partner for over a decade. But in spite of my longstanding support of same-sex couples who choose to marry even without legal recognition, and my deeply held belief that the state has no real business defining personal relationships in the first place, I had somehow never really considered that we were free to get married, too, regardless of whether or not the law would ever recognize it.

Once I began to seriously entertain the idea, it was a short leap to start daydreaming about the wedding. But as someone who's committed to challenging cultural norms, I was extremely hesitant to simply indulge those fantasies. I wanted to understand why I wanted a wedding, and to know I was doing it — if I did it at all — for the right reasons.


My boyfriend and I were already committed to sharing our lives together, building a family. Did I really need some kind of ceremony to solidify that? Would I just be buying in to social expectations, trying to make my non-traditional relationship appear more "normal" by getting married just like everyone else? Were my wedding fantasies still just a lingering product of all those fairy tales I had thought I'd rejected when I walked away from monogamy?

I thought long and hard about all of these things. But when I decided that I did want to go ahead with planning our wedding, it wasn't because I decided my motivations were somehow free of all social conditioning. It was because I finally realized that didn't really matter.


At the end of the day, I want to have a wedding for the same reasons I imagine most people want to have them, and for the same reasons I wanted my first wedding: to bring the people I care about together to celebrate a love and a commitment that already exist, to stand in front of my friends and family and declare that I love this person and he loves me and we intend to stick together for the long haul.

And yes, in this world where I constantly feel that this wonderful, healthy, happy relationship is seen as less real and less meaningful than monogamous ones, there is a part of me that wants the cultural validation of marriage, of declaring that this love is as real as any other. I used to worry that this part of my motivation was somehow inauthentic, as if I would be using my wedding to prove something. But I've since realized that this desire for validation is actually very human, something I should let myself off the hook for.

Instead of thinking of it as a kind of "giving in" to social constructs, I've come to feel that there's something wonderfully defiant about standing up and saying that neither the state or society can dictate whether or not we are fully committed to one another.

Of course, we're not naïve to the fact that many people will refuse to see our wedding (and our relationship) as "real" no matter what we do. And no matter how much we dislike that reality, we accept it. Ultimately, we're doing this for ourselves, not for anyone else. But if there's a little part of both of us who want to make some kind of statement, I'm okay with that. And if there's a little part of me that is still a little girl who wants to believe in fairy tales, I'm okay with that too.

Some people think that non-monogamy itself is unromantic, but I think my happily ever after just looks a little different than most. In fighting for relationships like mine to be recognized and accepted, I don't have any interest in un-romanticizing anything. I'm all for believing in true love, making commitments, declaring that love and commitment before the world. Rather than asking people to abandon old notions of love and commitment and family and romance, I'm far more interested in fighting for an expanded definition of what those things mean. I believe that we can take the old traditions and infuse them with whatever meaning we choose, as long as we are conscious and intentional about doing so.

Next summer, I'm going to marry an amazing man, who I am absolutely certain I want to spend my life with. I'm not sure how many people we can expect to show up, but I know that we will be surrounded by the friends and family who truly support us. And that, to me, is what weddings are really about.


UPDATE

Here's the perspective from Angi's husband, Korwin. He commented below, but we think it's worth including here:

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Hi! So… I am Angi's husband. Since there seems to be a lot of questions regarding where I fit into the picture, maybe I can explain a bit.

I want this day to be THEIR celebration. Angi and I did that already (11 years ago!!), so I've already been there with her for this stuff. I'm also the one who gets more of the recognition both legally and socially, so yeah, I really want them to have the focus for once that they don't normally get. I'm 150% supportive of them — they're my family! Any excuse to party in their honor is fine by me.

I will, however, distract some attention from them with my culinary expertise. I am looking forward to cooking for a larger group of people. I've never done anything quite like that before.

This one isn't quite as salacious, but it does add something that I noticed when I first went trolling in the feminist poly sphere a few years ago. Pretty much all of the husbands, or primary partners as they call them, pride themselves on their cooking and housekeeping skills and I don't recall seeing any of the new boyfriends or second husbands or whatever talk about or be mentioned about stuff like that.

Just an observation, make of it what you will.


This story is a bit darker, and conversely far more humorous to me...

So, let's start with a picture..yay

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Louisa, her current partners and daughter today. Photo: The Times (of London)

Awe, two fags and a spinster. I can see the sitcom script already...I promise you, in five years there will be some sitcom like that...just wait.

Onward, into the breach my bros.

A Rollercoaster of Poly Lessons: The Husband Swap by some skank

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A book is often bigger than the book itself. It may spread its ideas to millions of people who will never open it — through media coverage, author appearances, and buzz. The buzz really spreads if the book symbolizes some new idea, or discovery, or lesson that's easily talked about — boosted by media attention and the air of importance that the book's existence implies.



Louisa Leontiades's memoir The Husband Swap: A true story of unconventional love (second edition) has been out for less than a month, and sales can't amount to much yet. But already she has reached millions of people through media coverage of her story. More on that below.

The book's talkworthy Big Idea, however, will be quite different to different people.

Leontiades is a polyactivist writer, a widely published blogger, and chair of the National Polyamory Association in Sweden. The Husband Swap is the story of the tumultuous, catastrophically failed quad that introduced her and her husband to poly, broke four hearts and two marriages, and set her on the way toward her current joyous poly life with two men and two children.

This is Thorntree Press's heavily edited remake of the book's first edition, self-published in 2012, which was frankly an overlong first draft. As the title implies, it's the tale of two couples who combined into an unstable polycule that fissioned into two new couples flying off in different directions. Or in the poly reaction patterns described by Deborah Anapol two decades ago, a case of 2 + 2 => 2 + 2. The book unsparingly examines the volatile chemistry that took place within that reaction arrow: dazzling love, deep discovery, raging insecurities, careless bulldozing of unstated boundaries, paralyzing fear, plain nastiness (Leontiades does not spare herself in this regard), and real growth and development. This last is especially clear in the case of Louisa's nebbishy, indolent husband, who under the influence of his powerful, perfectionist bulldozer of a new partner, did a slum clearance on himself and redeveloped into the capable, successful man he should have been all along.

If you're looking for a happy poly story, this ain't it. You can see its Big Idea as being one of miserably hard trials setting brave pioneers onto better life paths with the mates they needed — or as a warning that polyamory is simply insane, and you'd be a fool to touch it.

Louisa is getting quite a bit of TV and newspaper attention, mostly in the UK where she grew up and where much of the story takes place. She is dwelling on her current excellent poly life and the message that staying true to herself and her dreams was worth it in the end.


As she describes, normal people who've read the tale — or who watched the events unfold in person — were full of I-told-you-so's and are amazed that she has stuck with such a seemingly exhausting and difficult way of life. "As [a friend] trailed off trying to think of a reason [why normalcy is better]," she writes in the epilogue, "I smiled secretly to myself. You could throw anything at me now and I could undermine your argument—snap—like Miss Piggy's karate chop.

"Polyamory isn't for the faint-hearted. It can only be borne in the long term by those committed to sorting out their demons and growing almost beyond what we recognize as the basis of our humanity. But as a utopia, I still believe in it and in my life I still swear by it."

Whew.

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Selected to write the Foreword was Noel Figart, another public poly figure who came out of an exploded quad. Figart dispenses advice as The Polyamorous Misanthrope and leads the PolyFamilies Yahoo Group, which is 15 years old this month. "The love that will allow you to avoid these mistakes," she writes at the front of the book, "is a love that involves knowledge of yourself, deep understanding of your partners, a willingness to set appropriate boundaries and a huge helping of honesty — starting with yourself.

"The polyamorous community often hears that polyamory isn't easy. That's a bit disingenuous. The reality is that good relationships of any sort aren't easy. It's not necessarily that the relationships are work. It's that good relationships require you to ruthlessly and tirelessly work on yourself.

"Read this book carefully. There are excellent lessons in it, like a lovely coral reef below turbulent waves."

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Louisa's epilogue to The Husband Swap wasn't enough of an epilogue; there was still too much tumult. So she was moved to write a chapter-by-chapter companion guidebook to this edition: Lessons in Love and Life to My Younger Self. It's available as an e-book; the print edition comes out this fall.




Here she speaks across seven years to her beloved former self, like a mother to a child in a dark place, who of course cannot hear — not so much advising about the specific incidents in each chapter, but how to be the better, more insightful kind of person who would have known better the ways to navigate herself and shape her utopia.

The two books are so closely interrelated that I wish they were bound together. The next printing of The Husband Swap cries out to be one of those double-sided, turn-it-over books. The kind with the front and back being the front covers of two books, each ending where you hit the end of the other one printed upside down. At any point you can turn the book over like a stone, top to bottom, and read inward from the other front. The convenience of having the seven-years-later chapter reflections right at hand would be nice — but the symbolism of physically turning over the story, back and forth, would be arresting.

Oh, but it gets better guys. Next up, we have:

Husband Vs. Boyfriend Vs. Polyrelationship

Sounds a bit antagonistic right off the bat doesn't it. Well, she is a feminist blogger and she is here to tell us, or more accurately a reader of her blog, about how it is all great under a veneer of expressed enthusiasm. Or maybe it really is great, not that I would want to be her husband. Anyways:

Note: There are a lot of links that I didn't feel like putting in but can be found on her blog in the article if you give a shit

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Cheers Sexy People!

Hello all! Recently, the below comment came in from my last blog post:

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I have been following you for quite a while and while your posts are inspirational, many times I am left utterly confused. You speak of your ups and downs with your BF more you do with your husband. Does this mean your married life is that perfect or do you feel your audience wants to hear more about you and your BF? I am seeing many of my poly friends lean more on their BF or GF more than they do their spouse. Can you reflect on that more in some of your articles?

I promised this reader that I would dedicate my next blog post to answering her question. So as promised, here’s my answer to her question.

Let me see if I can break this answer down with some kind of order.

Is my married life so perfect that I don’t feel the need to talk about it?

I think it may be obvious what I am going to say here. No, of course my married life isn’t perfect. I would dare say that anyone who claims that ANYTHING in their life is perfect is either lying or kidding themselves. I personally view almost all things as a work in progress, as I also do with my marriage.

What I will say confidently is that I am fortunate enough to have a very good, very healthy marriage to a man whom I consider one of my very closest friends, a man that I adore from the top of his head to his funny looking toes (sorry, baby. Haha).

He is also a man that I learn from on a daily basis. We also chose each other hoping that our lives would grow in the same direction, and essentially they have. When I was looking for a mate to marry, after years of fits and starts of other relationships, I decided that I needed to marry someone very much like me, which is no small task. I am a bit of an oddball in some ways. So I did what many smart, modern women do – I turned to the Internet. I found my husband on match.com from a search I did on my couch while surrounded by my cat, my laptop and a box of dirty tissues (I had a really bad cold that night).

And it did, in fact turn out that he and I are very much alike in many ways. I tell you this to try to help you understand that this is part of the reason that we get along so well, and so easily (which I partly address here). We agree about almost everything, from the decor we decorate the house, to the relationship style we subscribe to, to the people that we allow to get close to us in our lives. This easy symmetry tends to make for very few disagreements, fights or animosity. In the twelve years we have known each other, I can count maybe three fights that we have had (one was about a bowl of all things, another about a potential speeding ticket I think, and I can’t remember the others. They were unimportant and quite possibly silly).

Also, I should point out that I do mention him quite often in many of my blog posts. This post was dedicated entirely to him and our relationship. In this top-ten rated post, I speak directly about my open marriage and how I spent my Valentine’s Day with my husband (and my boyfriend). He is also in virtually all of my “coming out” posts, as normally, we are “coming out” to our friends as a polyamorous, married couple, usually side by side. It’s possible sometimes I do not say “with my husband” when I am describing something because it is so elementary to me that he is standing beside me. My bad if that is the case.

As far as the imperfection of my marriage, we have our ups and downs like any other couple. Shortly after we were married, my father fell ill to cancer and died six months later after a grueling experience watching his health fail. Then we later found out we were infertile and could not bear our own children, and then my mother died as well. So my sweet husband stood by me as he watched me deal with grief, depression, a sagging libido and go to therapy to try to fix myself. In the end, those experiences brought us closer together as a couple instead of driving us apart. But that is not to say that those experiences were easy to get through – but get through them we did. He is my rock, and I am passionately in love with him, and will sing his praises to the moon and back.

[Troll King: I wonder if that infertility has something to do with all those years spent in relationships going "up and down" ]

Do I feel my audience wants to hear more about me and boyfriend?

This answer has several layers to it. In a small way, I think it would be somewhat boring to talk about roses, and holding hands and smooching and cuddling on the couch in a pleasant marriage or alternative relationship all of the time. Plus I feel there is somewhat less to learn there. I think spurts of personal growth happen around the disagreements, the struggles, the problems we are faced with. In some ways, my boyfriend and husband are alike, and in other ways, they are incredibly different. Hey, I’m a girl that loves variety, thus one of the many reasons I lead a polyamorous life! In a funny twist of fate, my beau and I sometimes do NOT agree on certain things or do not communicate easily with one another some days. That makes for some interesting stories that I talk about here and here. I also believe whole-heartedly that it can be very difficult being a “secondary” the way my boyfriend is technically to me, which I discuss at length here. It is easy for society to recognize my relationship with my husband, but less so for them to recognize my love relationship, as well as domestic partnership (because he lives with us) to my boyfriend.

Even this Christmas, after coming out to virtually all of our friends and family, we still receive cards to our three-adult home labeled only to my husband and I (with no greeting or mention of my boyfriend who they know lives at this wonderful house of ours). To me, this shows both how uncomfortable people are still with polyamory, but also how difficult it must be to be in my boyfriend’s shoes, feeling a bit shoved to the side. I very much sympathize with that and like to write about it here – a blog about polyamorous relationships.

Also, I tend to spend more physical time with my boyfriend, because we both work from home and have many similar interests. Also, my husband has a very demanding job, and a thriving martial arts hobby that keeps him very busy. So in some ways, I have more day to day interactions with my boyfriend, simply due to logistics.


[Troll King: Lol, betahubby works his ass off to pay for this sloot while she fucks the boytoy in his house and at the end of the day he has to punch something...gee, can't imagine why.]


Lastly, the other reason that I speak of my boyfriend often is he is regularly dating new women off and on. Thus I am constantly working on my own emotions and compersion, metamours, and break ups. My husband dates as well, but the women he dates tend to be good friends of mine that I have known and trust for years. And thus he also never “breaks up” with them. Some of them move away, have babies, etc. But there is less drama frankly.

One final realization: My husband reads this blog. My boyfriend does not. Haha. So maybe sometimes I mention my husband less for privacy reasons because I know he will read each and every blog post.

In conclusion, I do learn from, lean on, grow with, adore and admire BOTH my husband AND my boyfriend – in both similar ways and also in very different ways. My sex life with each of them is very pleasantly different as well (again, I love variety!). I hope that this post helps clear up my reader’s question. How about you? What about the reader’s comment of “seeing her poly friends leaning more on their boyfriends/girlfriends than they do their spouses.” Have any experience there to share?

Wishing you peace, love and happiness,
(and thrilling, fun sex too!)

Kitty

Ok, guys. This is getting a bit repetitious. So, I am going to move on to the real horror show. If you think what is above is the final destination of a feminist controlled society towards matriarchy....well, I gots some bad news for you.

This is only a bend on a one way road off a cliff of female supremacy.

Note: Some of the articles and posts on the following sites read a bit like porn. Most of the sites, especially the ones found in the sidebar to the main site I am posting, explicitly say they do not want male oriented porn stories about male submission and female dominance. Many of the sites have various forms, or levels, of registration with verified being one of the highest on a few of the sites. Now, having said that I am mainly going to post a few from one specific site that looks to be all completely real.


Warning, what you are about to read can not be unread. Proceed at your own discretion.

Here are the general links if you want to browse around, these sites don't look to be making much money. They aren't Gawker, in other words.

Worshipping Your Wife

Serving the Queen

Female Led Relationships

That is enough for now, believe me there is plenty more out there if you feel like vomiting up last nights booze.

FINAL WARNING

Guest Post: Introducing Dennis to the Matriarchal LifeStyle

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Guest Post: LADY SUSAN—INTRODUCING DENNIS TO THE MATRIARCHAL LIFESTYLE

(Note from Mark Remond: “Lady Susan,” Nancy’s mother and dennis’ mother-in-law, who has previously commented on this blog, favors me with occasional observations on her family’s matriarchal lifestyle—and on FLRs in general. Recently, she has given me permission to use limited excerpts from these emails as blog posts. This is the first of what I hope will be a continuing series of contributions from Lady Susan.)

We are all in the female-led lifestyle and have been. Again, we’ve been at this for a long time and have evolved in our practice of the lifestyle. An overriding theme is that we women crave authority, and the men we’ve chosen to marry crave giving it to us. Our word is law and our decisions final!


Dennis has previously posted here about how, not long after he met Nancy, he was brought to her family home to be assessed by Joan (my mother), Julie (my sister), and by me. We were all looking for a man who would fit into the already established rhythm of our matriarchal family life, one where we women are in charge and the men take orders and care for the house.


For example, I don’t often speak of my late husband, but there are reasons for that. Though I loved him dearly, his opinion simply didn’t matter in the overall scheme of things. He knew to turn over his pay and get into the kitchen and be happy about it. And he was happy because he did as he was told. That's the secret to a successful marriage, an obedient husband!


The only time my husband ever appeared during Dennis’ initial visit was when I rang the hand bell for coffee, which my husband dutifully brought, wearing an apron, with all the courtesies I expected accorded me. I immediately watched for Dennis’ reaction to my husband’s dutiful performance and didn’t see a bit of trepidation on Dennis’ face. In fact, he seemed excited at what the future might hold for him.


Nancy had previously confided to me that her new boyfriend was thoroughly pussywhipped, and his reaction that day clearly confirmed it; that and what Nancy had told me about how their relationship was unfolding at school. Dennis is a number of years older than Nancy. They met in college, but she was an undergraduate and he already a graduate student with a well-paying career—very important that “well-paying” thing, as we women want love, but NEVER underestimate the importance of money to us! LOL!

Speaking quite candidly, any man who wishes to join our family will be judged on three things: money, sexual performance, and a willingness to comply with our wishes, which is, in our view, the manifestation of love on the part of a man. A man certainly needs to score high on two of these three criteria. After all, a woman can get sex—good sex—anywhere, but we expect more from our men. A guy who is fantastic in bed still had better be bringing nice gifts and provide great evenings out!


But back to Nancy and Dennis at college. They met at a feminist rally and soon became good friends, working with a women's group and taking elective classes in women's studies. Nancy suggested that Dennis also participate in marches and other public forums in support of women’s issues. He took her suggestions (quite properly) as orders and complied, another good sign.


It’s no secret that we women love manipulating men, especially when it results in our getting control of some of man's ill-gained money. Nancy did this with great aplomb!


In her second year she convinced Dennis that she deserved more than the dormitories and belonged in an upscale downtown apartment. Thinking he was going to move in with Nancy—silly boy!—he arranged a very nice apartment. But Nancy had no intention of his moving in with her. She arranged the lease to be in his name only with a sublet to her for $1 a year! This meant that Dennis paid for the year, yet still couldn't move her from the apartment. In fact, Dennis never moved in, though he did visit on Thursdays to clean the place—that was his responsibility. Dennis was, in effect, my daughter's sugar daddy, renting the apartment for her for three years. Now that's a man worth looking at—money and obedience, two very important criteria. (As for that third essential attribute a woman requires in a man, well, let's just skip over that one for now.)

Our matriarchal circle is a small but growing. Many of the couples who join seem to be like your wife and you, Mark. We’re seeing so many educated women who want as much on their terms as they can get—and they deserve it all! You’d be surprised how many men are turning over paychecks, doing housework, and not standing in the way when their wives want regular nights out with the girls—or, more and more frequently, with the “boys.”

Life in our family homes is fairly routine. It’s not some kind of femdom scene, just a well-organized situation with well-established rules to make sure everyone knows their responsibilities. Much of the real lifestyle work we do is outside the home. For example, Dennis has jobs outside of his regular career where he works for women-owned businesses. He also spends a lot of time working at the women’s center, a feminist group that is into a lot of activities, workshops, demonstrations and so on.

I’ll be happy to share more about all this in future posts.

—Lady Susan

Are you not horrified enough, well...here is another one:

Guest Column: JERRY’S STORY—‘WORSHIPPING MY WIFE FROM HEAD TO TOE’

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(Note from Mark Remond: This is the first in what I hope will be a series of guest posts from "Jerry," a man totally under the spell of his beautiful and controlling wife, "Diane." A powerful aspect of Jerry's submission , as you will see, involves his being cuckolded. This is very much a hot-button topic, of course, and one which I don't recall being discussed here before, though it has become commonplace in many other FLR blogs. The focus here is not on the wrong or right of cuckolding, but on Jerry's need to speak candidly about this deeply submissive fantasy of his, and his subsequent reaction when fantasy became reality)




I’m 42 years old, and my wife, Diane, is 40. We’ve been happily married for 15 years and have three children together—a 14-year-old girl and two boys, 12 and 10. From the beginning my wife has been the head of the household, and her judgments, opinions and priorities rule. She has complete control of the family finances. All earnings from my main employment are deposited into her account, and from this she provides me with an allowance. There is absolutely no need for Diane to explain anything whatsoever about the family finances to me. She is free to spend as she alone sees fit whether, in her judgment, for the benefit of the family or merely for her own enjoyment. Recently, for example, she purchased a new Mini Cooper convertible, and this was her decision alone.


bviously I am submissive to her. Indeed, I worship the ground she walks on, and I worship her literally from head to toe. Putting her shoes on has become a daily ritual for us. In the morning as Diane gets ready for work she requires me to fetch her footwear for the day and then place her selection on her feet. I go into her closet and locate the appointed pair, then kneel before her with the shoes until she instructs me to begin. I start by kissing the top of her left foot very gently, then carefully putting on the shoe, then kissing the top of the shoe before repeating the same process with her right shoe and right foot. Following this, I fasten a gold ankle bracelet around her right ankle. (Yes, I know what some of you may be thinking—Don’t married women wear anklets on the left, and unmarried women on the right? Stay tuned.)


Increasingly, over the past 14 years since our first child was born, I have expressed my obvious submission to my wife in front of our children in what I think are appropriate ways—as, for example, treating her soles with lotions and creams to keep them soft and sexy. For another example, when watching TV as a family in the evening, my wife and children usually sit on the sofa while I sit on the floor near her feet, caressing and casually kissing them.




Like many other wife-worshiping husbands who have posted or commented on this blog, I do all the household chores—laundry, running errands, scrubbing the floors, etc. Often while I’m doing my chores, Diane goes out shopping for sexy outfits or getting her hair done, or simply out enjoying herself, spending as she sees fit. As mentioned, she need not, and usually does not, tell me where she is going or what she will be doing.




Now here comes a confession, one that I don’t think will shock too many readers of this blog. I have often fantasized about Diane having a secret affair. I have imagined this incredibly sexy woman spending Friday nights out with a lover, being pleasured, pampered and worshipped by him while I stay at home, looking after the children and doing my house chores, perhaps scrubbing floors on my hands and knees.


Recently I had to go abroad for work for a few days, between a Thursday and a Monday. While I was away I of course kept Diane informed of my doings by phone and emails. So on Friday evening, after finishing my day’s work, I left Diane a simple and to-the- point phone message: “Just getting to my hotel room now, honey, I love you.” It had been a long hot day, so hot and humid, in fact, that it took my breath away each time I stepped out of my air-conditioned car into the furnace heat. Holding my overnight bag in my teeth I struggled clumsily to open the hotel door, and once inside dropped everything at the foot of the bed. Letting out a long and loud sigh, I collapsed on the bed, then stretched out for a few moments thinking of nothing but how blessedly good it felt to lie there in my air-conditioned cave.


After a while, however, my tired mind began to wonder why Diane hadn’t answered the phone herself. After all, it was nearly 3:30 in the afternoon, and the kids would be home from school soon. She always liked to be there for them on their return. (Let me insert here that Diane is a terrific mom in all ways.) But I quickly put my mind at ease. It was, after all, no big deal. Lately Diane and I have both begun enjoying a little freedom from the kids now that they’re getting a bit older. So I turned on the TV and began channel surfing. An hour slipped past before my cell phone began ringing. It was one of the kids, asking me where Mom was—all the kids were wondering apparently. No “Hi, Dad, how was your day?” or anything but “Where’s Mom?”



“I don’t know, honey,” I answered. “I’m sure she’ll be home soon.”




“Okay, bye, I love you!” Click.




I stared at the phone and chuckled, thinking: “I definitely have to teach my kids some phone manners.”




Figuring now that Diane must have escaped to the local casino, I texted her in a teasing way: “Good luck, hope you’re enjoying gambling away my hard-earned money!” and waited for a reply.




After a short while she texted back: “Thanks, I hope to get lucky : ), but I am not at the casino lol... I’ll text you later.”




“Where are you then?” I queried.




There was no reply. Puzzled, I could do nothing but wait... and let my imagination get the better of me.




Having received her text, I knew my wife was okay, obviously not in harm’s way. Her text was flirtatious and included a smiley face, so I also knew she was in a good mood. So, she had to be out with one of her friends, but who? That was the million dollar question. My rational mind said she had to be with her best friend. All evidence pointed to that—she was out and happy, simply too busy to talk to me.




But there were clues pointing to something else. I felt the familiar stirrings on a fantasy involving my deepest desire of submission to her, my desire for her to cheat on me. Images of Diane making love to some complete stranger swarmed through my mind. I saw her sexy body wrapped up in the arms of this other man, saw her enjoying herself, spending that part of our family income that I’d earned.




Immediately I sent her a couple of emails and texts telling her how much I adore her and how beautiful she is. But I wanted to do more. Immediately on my return, I decided, I would give her a surprise gift and take her shoe shopping as I knew she had a night out planned the following weekend and needed some new heels.




As mentioned above, Diane completely controls the family finances and all the earnings from my main (full-time) employment, and she provides me with an allowance. But I also have a part-time job with her permission, buying and selling items online, and I spend almost all of this extra income for her. I love to lavish her with expensive and elegant gifts. The remaining amount is spent on gifts for our children, such as toys and games.

When I returned home Diane and the kids greeted me. I hugged and kissed the children, then hugged and kissed Diane softly on her lips. Then I asked her please to come with me, explaining to the kids that the two of us had to do some shopping and would be back soon. I took her hand and out we went. As always, I opened the passenger door for Diane, and before we drove away, we kissed passionately. But when she asked me where we were we going, I teased her just to wait and she’d find out very soon. To her surprise and delight, the destination was a designer shoe shop where I paid for a very sexy pair of Italian high heels of her choice.


When we returned home, I asked all the children please to go upstairs as I needed to talk privately to their mom. As soon as they left, I knelt before Diane and worshipped and kissed the soles of her feet, then lovingly helped her into her sexy new designer heels.


Friday night arrived: When Diane goes for a night out with her girlfriends, all of whom seem to be single, she always instructs me to drive her to the nightclub where she meets them, and I pick her up later, whenever she calls me on her mobile phone. As I mentioned, Diane is 40, but so incredibly sexy that she doesn’t look more than 30. But driving her to and from the club is not my only involvement in her nights out.



She allows me to help her prepare for these outings. On the night in question, I drew her a bath and afterward worshipped her neck before putting on her elegant diamond necklace, then worshipped and kissed the soles of her bare feet, knelt before her and fastened on her anklet, and then sucked her toes before sliding on her diamond toe ring. Next I helped her into her new sexy high heels that I had just given an extra polish.

When it was time to leave, Diane reminded me to start the laundry as soon as I got back home and to cook dinner for the children. Then, brimming over with adoration, I drove her to the nightclub, feeling so lucky to be able to worship such an earthly goddess.


Back home again, I started the laundry and cooked dinner for the children and myself. After we finished, I cleaned the dishes and continued with ironing some clothes and some doing some vacuuming.


At three a.m. Diane called me from her cell phone and instructed me to pick her up in exactly one hour. The nightclub is only about a 30-minute drive from our house, but for some reason I decided to leave immediately, and instead of going to our agreed-upon meeting spot, to park near the nightclub entrance and wait there until she left the club with her girlfriends.

Shortly after I arrived and parked, however, I witnessed something that has changed my life forever. I saw Diane come out of the club with a guy, a complete stranger to me, and they were kissing—I mean really kissing, French kissing. They couldn’t see me, but I watched them touching each other intimately and kissing deeply for at least 15 minutes before I backed the car away quietly and went to wait for my wife at our meeting spot.



When Diane arrived at 4 a.m., I kissed her sweetly as usual and said nothing about having spied on her outside the club, or, of course, what I had seen as a result. On our way home I asked her casually how her night out had gone, and she told me that she’d enjoyed it very much and that the time had passed so quickly, and that she was already looking forward to seeing her friends again.
I bet, I thought! In fact, to this day, my wife does not know that I am aware that she has a boyfriend behind my back.

What is my reaction? Well, yes, there is some jealousy, I can’t deny it. But there is something deeper than jealousy that I felt that night. In fact, I was turned on like never before and saw Diane as truly a sexual goddess. This just made me even more submissive to her. When we got home early that morning I knelt before her and licked her soles, sucked her toes and worshipped her slavishly.

Two weeks later I gave her another surprise gift—purchased like my other gifts to Diane with the proceeds from my extra job, this one an expensive “Sexy” diamond and platinum necklace.


Since that memorable night, I feel incredibly excited and turned on each time I help Diane prepare for another night out “with the girls.” My submissive excitement continues throughout the hours she is gone, knowing that I am obligated to do all the house chores and laundry while my sexy wife is taking her pleasure with another man and, of course, freely spending money I have earned to further her enjoyment.

Some more:

AMANDA: TAKING CONTROL AT AN EARLY AGE

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Note from Mark Remond: I mentioned Amanda in a previous post, Ask Your Mother, as an articulate advocate of Female Led Families. Before sharing some glimpses into her own matriarchal household, Amanda offers the following self-introduction in her own words.)



I think it’s important to know a little bit about my upbringing as it played a large part in shaping my future as an alpha female. I will start with my teenage years and in a later post discuss how I met my husband.



My parents both worked, and our family was reasonably well off. I was the middle child of three with two brothers. One was a year older and the other two years younger than me. My brothers were typical teenage boys, idle, inattentive and nearly always in their bedrooms.


My life took a memorable turn one Saturday morning when I was 16. My parents went out shopping and I left for a girlfriend’s house, but returned earlier than expected to pick up a CD she wanted to borrow. Entering the house I heard laughing from my elder brother’s bedroom. I knocked on his door and walked in—and was shocked by what I saw. Both boys were sitting on the bed watching a porn video. It was disgusting stuff—well, for a 16-year-old girl!—involving two men and a woman. Leave it at that.

I was so angry (particularly with my elder brother for exposing a 14-year-old boy to this stuff) that I walked right to the video recorder and ejected the tape. I then informed my brothers that I would be showing Mum what they’d been watching. They knew—we all knew—that she would be livid. They pleaded with me not to tell her, but I was adamant and walked out of the room with the tape.



My older brother ran after me and said he would do anything as long as I didn’t tell Mum. He was really scared. This got me thinking. Anything? We all had chores to do in our house—cleaning bedrooms, doing our own washing and ironing, etc. I told my brother that if he and my younger brother cleaned my bedroom and cleared away the breakfast dishes (my job that particular day), then I would think about not telling Mum. He agreed, and I went back to my friend’s house with the incriminating video (in case my brothers tried to take it back) and my CD.



On my return I found they had done a pretty good job, but I told them that I would not be returning the tape. The matter would probably have ended there except for another incident a couple of weeks later. I went into my little brother’s bedroom (while he was out) to retrieve a CD I’d loaned him earlier (I had a big music collection!). When I couldn’t find it, I started to rummage through some of his things. That’s when I found several pornographic magazines hidden behind some books on a shelf.



I confronted my brother with the magazines on his return. I told him this time I would definitely tell Mum. He started crying and pleading. He told me he had only borrowed the magazines from his brother!



To cut to the chase, I did not tell my mother. Instead, the following Saturday while our parents were out of the house, I made my brothers burn all the magazines (in the back garden) but two, which I kept as evidence should I ever need it. When only ashes remained, I told them to come into the living room where I informed them that things were going to be changing for them. I told them that they were both immature and could not be trusted. Therefore, from that moment onward, they would be doing exactly as I told them.


There were some feeble protests, but I cut those short with the simple threat of telling Mum about their nasty habits!


As promised, from that time forward I had my brothers doing all my chores as well as their own, and some additional ones for Mum and Dad. In fact, it wasn't long before my mother was commenting that she’d noticed a change in the boys’ attitude and was very pleased.


I, too, felt pleased—with myself, and I enjoyed my new authority. Something that I particularly enjoyed thereafter was conducting random inspections of the boys’ rooms. I would walk in without knocking (which I had always done in the past) and start looking under the mattress, pulling out books and turning out drawers. I never found anything pornographic again, but I enjoyed the fact that they didn’t dare complain, but meekly accepted these regular intrusions. I would then leave, after instructing them to make sure everything was put back tidily and in order.



I’ll pause here, but, if anyone is interested, in future posts I’ll write a bit about how this power (and moral authority) over my brothers affected my subsequent relationships with boyfriends and eventually with my husband and my own family.


Love—Amanda

Edit: Apparently this post is too long and the last section got snipped off, so it will be in a different comment.

[Troll King]

Some more from the same bitch:

AMANDA: FEMALE AUTHORITY WITHIN THE FAMILY (PART 1)

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In my previous post I discussed some of my past experiences with my brothers, experiences which gave me confidence in controlling males from an early age. There are quite a few stories to tell about that time in my life, as I went on to discover that I could also twist my boyfriends around my little finger. I remember feeling great pride and satisfaction as they became more docile and respectful to me. This gradually led me to embrace my strongly held beliefs in female authority. By the time I met my future husband at university, the die had been cast, and I was determined that I would start our relationship off on the right track—my track!



I may discuss the training of my husband George in a future post. This is because I do not want to confuse readers into thinking that what I do with him in private in any way relates to how I bring up my children. It doesn’t. For instance, I have never and I will never use corporal punishment on my children, but I do discipline my husband.




In this post I would like to talk about female authority in our family.




I believe the key to a successful marriage and a happy family life is to establish female control from the outset. If the children ask their father for anything, he will always refer them to me. “Asking Dad" happens much less often now, as the children have picked up on the fact that Mum rules the house! My eldest daughter Louise will be 12 this month, and she completely understands that her father has no decision-making rights and has stopped asking him for anything. The twins, Rachel and Ben, are still only 9 and have not fully understood this yet. With our continued guidance they will gradually learn that it is their Mum who gives or refuses permission to do anything. Louise is a big help in this regard. She is naturally bossy and has recently told Rachel not to bother asking Dad for anything as he doesn’t have Mum’s permission to make decisions!




Financial control is a good place to start in a loving female-led relationship, and I did this with my husband before we were even married. The sooner this is done, the better, in my opinion. We have a joint account into which our salaries are paid. George has no access to this account though, as I keep the cards and passwords. I provide him with a weekly allowance, the amount of which is determined each week at the Sunday family meetings (more of about this in the next post).




It is important that a man knows his spending can be scrutinized by his wife at any time. By having his allowance limited, George is unlikely to make frivolous purchases. If he wants to do so for some reason, he must ask me first. I decide whether or not his request is reasonable. In this way George’s thoughts are continually focused on me, every time he opens his wallet.




Next is control of the household chores. Quite simply, George does them all! Vacuuming, dusting, cooking, washing and ironing, everything! He only works part time, as my salary is sufficient to keep us in our current lifestyle. Therefore he has plenty of time to do these chores.







Children do pick up on their parents’ behavior. If the parents smoke, it is more likely the children will smoke when they grow up. If they see their parents arguing and fighting, it is more likely that they will do the same and not become valuable members of society.




My children see their father as a happy man who lives in deference to his wife. They see a couple who love one another, and a man who worships his wife and would do anything for her. What better example of family life could we give our children?






Every evening when I arrive home from work, the girls are usually sitting in the living room watching TV while George is cooking. Most often Ben will be with him in the kitchen, perhaps helping to lay the table while they chat together. Ben absolutely adores his Dad!




After we have all greeted and kissed, I make my way to one of the sofas, sit down and start chatting to the children about their school day (Ben has usually joined the girls in the living room by this time). When I sit down, George knows this is his cue to bring me a glass of wine. He then sits next to me on the sofa and what follows is a ritual that we have been doing for many years.




I will turn and put my feet up on George’s lap. He carefully removes my shoes and then gently massages my feet until I tell him to stop. During this whole time we are all still chatting normally as a family. This is seen as perfectly natural by our children. Their father is worshipping their mother by performing this simple, caring task for her.




However I have just implemented a variation on this ritual following some email correspondence with another dominant lady who lives in the Netherlands. She also runs a female led household. After returning from my recent business trip, I told George that in future I would require him to sit on the floor, rather than the sofa, when massaging my feet. I could tell by his expression that he was a little surprised at the request, but I simply raised my eyebrows and he did not complain.




The following day when I arrived home from the office, he followed me as usual into the living room and handed me a glass of wine, but then he paused and looked inquiringly at me. I saw his eyes briefly flit between my feet, resting on the floor, and the vacant seat next to me on the sofa. I looked at him sternly and dipped my finger, pointing to the floor. Only he and I saw the gesture, but he understood immediately and sat down at my feet. Amusingly to me, he rested his back against the sofa (for reassurance perhaps?). But, finding this position awkward, he soon turned around so that he could access my feet in a more comfortable manner.




The children were oblivious to all this and simply carried on chatting with us. Apparently seeing their Dad sitting on the floor massaging his wife’s feet was no big issue to them! It was just Dad serving Mum as usual. After about 10 minutes I ruffled George’s hair as I might a child (another tidbit I borrowed from the Dutch lady, although in her instance, it was her daughter ruffling the father’s hair) and said “Okay, that’s enough, let’s go and eat.” Before he got up, George asked me which shoes I would be wearing the following day, so that he could polish them and have them ready for me.




It is my intention going forward to show more openly George's increasing deference to me in all things. The children will pick up on these nuances and gradually learn that female authority is normal and good.




Having recently read a lot of email correspondence from other dominant women, I can’t help feeling that I have been going a little too easy on George. That will be changing from now on. I have big plans for George and one of them is for him to be spending a lot more time on the floor at my feet!




End of part 1

Ms. Amanda

And

AMANDA: FEMALE AUTHORITY WITHIN THE FAMILY (PART 2)

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Every Sunday afternoon we have a family meeting to discuss behaviour, roles and responsibilities in the family and things like pocket money allowances for the children and for George. There is very little embarrassment for George when his allowance is discussed at the same time as the children’s. This is because the children were much younger when these meetings started, so the discussion of how much pocket money their father is to be allowed for the following week is now seen as completely normal.



We all sit down in the living room while I speak. For the last couple of weeks I have required George to sit on the floor by my feet (see my previous post). My husband has the freedom to speak at these meetings, but only to back up my words with his own reassurances. The children listen and ask questions if they wish further clarification, but generally they accept that what is being asked of them is reasonable. We also review the previous week since our last meeting.



I try to give the girls more responsibility or supervisory roles, and I give my son tasks to improve his behaviour or demeanour. The purpose of these gender-specific assignments is to develop self-confidence in my daughters and for my son to develop a respect for women and female authority. In today’s changing workplace, it is more and more likely that Ben will at some point be working for a female manager. The more prepared he is now, the more comfortable he will be when that situation arises. Many girls grow up not believing in their own abilities and, in consequence, fail to reach their full potential in life. Conversely, boys are naturally more confident, but too often this manifests itself through aggression and conflict.




I have found that the more responsibilities I give to 12-year-old Louise, the more responsibilities she asks for! This is not always the case with Rachel, age 9, whose character is naturally more reserved. It is my hope that Rachel will learn from Louise and come to see the benefits of responsibility as, in return for this, Louise is given more freedoms.




Occasionally silly things will disrupt the Sunday afternoon meeting. A couple of months ago, for instance, Louise and Rachel had a quarrel over a borrowed blouse and hairbrush. These are not issues to be brought up at these meetings! After this squabble, I spoke to both of them quietly and in private and told them that by arguing with one another, they were not setting a good example for their father and brother. I explained to them that if they wanted to take on more responsibilities, especially supervisory roles, they must learn not to argue between themselves. Since that discussion, things are definitely improving between the two girls. Teaching children can sometimes be a very slow process—but what a rewarding one when important lessons are learned!




One of the topics at a recent family meeting was Ben’s tardiness in the mornings. It was causing problems for the rest of the family, delaying his siblings who had to wait for him before setting off to school. Nine-year-old Ben is not as organised as his sisters and could never seem to find the right shoes, socks, shirt or tie, etc., for his school uniform in the morning. This frustrated him, and the rest of family had to put up with his frequent tantrums.




Therefore I decided to put the girls in charge of making sure that Ben would always have the correct clothes for his uniform. I suggested this to the family group, and Rachel’s first comment was “but that’s just more work for us!” I explained that she would not be sorting out Ben’s clothes herself, but supervising him. I went on to say that, in return, Ben could do something to help his sisters. We discussed this for no more than a minute before Louise came up with the answer. She said, “If we supervise Ben to get his clothes ready, could he collect our dirty clothes and take them to the laundry room for us?” This was agreed to by all of us, including Ben, who received a reassuring smile and nod from his father.






After the meeting, the girls and Ben went up to his bedroom. Louise and Rachel spent more than two hours showing Ben how to sort his clothes into different drawers, how to use hangers properly in the wardrobe and where to put his shoes, and so on.




The girls then came up with their own action plan, which is still in use now several weeks after the initial meeting. Louise and Rachel take turns going into Ben’s room the night before a school day and supervising him, while he gathers each item of clothing that he will need the next day. He is instructed to lay them out on his bed to ensure nothing is missed. Once all of the clothes are there, he is told to lay them carefully over the back of his chair before he goes to bed.




In return for the girls’ supervision, Ben now collects their soiled clothes on Wednesdays and Saturdays (these are the designated days on which my husband does the household laundry). Ben will knock on his sisters’ bedroom doors and ask to collect their clothes and take them to the laundry room along with his own.




The outcome of all this is that Ben’s tardiness has now stopped completely. We used to be delayed by him nearly every day before this system was introduced. Now everyone sets off on time in the mornings, and, believe me, this creates a much more harmonious household.






In this way all of my children learn the benefits of female authority. My son learns that taking instructions from girls and doing tasks for them are completely normal things for a boy to do, while my daughters learn that the supervision of boys has benefits (laundry collection in this case) as well as being fun, especially for bossy Louise! Typically, although they were going to take it in turns, it is Louise who is doing far more of Ben’s uniform inspections than Rachel. It is quite obvious to everyone that she enjoys this supervisory role over her brother.




One thing that I would like to mention here is a rule that I implemented quite some time ago. It relates to my experience with my brothers when I was a teenager (see my earlier post). I have relaxed the rule a little for my own family, as I used to give my brothers no warning at all before entering their rooms.






The rule is that my daughters are allowed to enter Ben’s bedroom after a quick knock on the door and announcing themselves as they enter. However, if my son wishes to visit either of his sister’s room, he must always knock and then wait for permission to enter. He is never to enter without permission or supervision.




Implementing this rule had always been in the back of my mind because of my teenage experiences. However, events overtook me a couple of years ago, making me put the rule into place much earlier than I had expected.






At the age of 7, Ben was going through a silly stage. He wanted to play hide and seek with the rest of the family, and always, it seemed, at the most inappropriate times. Even though he was told that no one else was playing, or wanted to, he would hide all over the house, including the girls’ and our bedrooms. He hid in wardrobes, under beds, inside closets, that sort of thing. If he was hiding in his own room, he would not answer a knock on the door. Likewise, if he was called for lunch or dinner or to go out, he would not answer. The whole family had to waste time searching for him. Then, when we were all on the verge of screaming, he would jump out and scare a family member, to his own vast amusement, and end up having a fit of giggles on the floor.




Thankfully, after a few exasperating months, Ben grew out of this phase, but the rule instituted then still stands today. Girls are far more sensible and deserve the extra trust we give them.




In the next post I will continue to write about different aspects of my family life, including Louise’s limited supervision of her father in certain tasks.




End of Part 2

Ms. Amanda

[Saweeep]

Speechless....

[MrLemon]

(07-19-2015 02:19 PM)Troll King Wrote:  

It is actually a pretty simple formula. Show X as bad, but not that bad, and then let X become somewhat normalized in the mainstream consciousness, or at least reach a point of awareness. Then create a moral crusade against X and say things like, "in theory X is good and I am OK with it, but you need to understand how all these characteristics, such as A, B, and C, are really problematic from a modern and ethical point of view...what we really need is Y, which has many of the same features of X...or all the good, progressive, and ethically modern features...without any of the historical baggage of X" and then they go on to promote Y in force.

It's not tinfoilhattery to recognize propaganda and political manipulation. These are extraordinarily powerful forces being employed on an unprecedented scale.

[Paracelsus]

I agree - Amy Schumer, in what I guess was a rush of blood to the head, bragged openly that shows like Will and Grace and Modern Family blazed the trail for same-sex marriages to be made legal by the Supreme Court, because they normalised it even if people didn't watch it.

In passing, though, Troll King, thanks for the bleak but informative survey of this shitty part of the territory.

[Bushido]

Troll King, that was some truly vile shit.

[cascadecombo]

That was probably something I could have gone without knowing.
The husband isn't even considered an adult in his own house. Being made to sit at the woman's feet while the children are all above him as well.

It really seems like the wives want their family genetics to die out quickly, or they are taking advantage of the abundance of guys who have no spines.

What bothers me the most is the way they treat their son. The kid is treated as if he's a servant. His boyish desires crushed, and is forced to gather and clean the dirty laundry of his sisters.

When an actual war comes to these people, I am highly curious as to how this "authoritative" woman (women) will handle themselves and their families.

[Porfirio Rubirosa]

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I may discuss the training of my husband George in a future post. This is because I do not want to confuse readers into thinking that what I do with him in private in any way relates to how I bring up my children. It doesn’t. For instance, I have never and I will never use corporal punishment on my children, but I do discipline my husband.

I don't even feel sorry for it; that pussy deserves it. It's like cheating; if she cheats on you once it's on her but the second time it's your fault. I would have made that bitch bleed if she were my wife and decided to 'discipline' me. He might as well chop of his dick and donate it to the feminist goddesses or their messenger, his wife. How can a man live like that? Honestly, I'd prefer suicide to living with a feminist cunt who prides herself in hitting me.

[MrLemon]

(07-20-2015 01:48 AM)cascadecombo Wrote:  

When an actual war comes to these people, I am highly curious as to how this "authoritative" woman (women) will handle themselves and their families.

When actual war comes, the "authoritative" woman will do something utterly stupid and get herself, her husband, and all of her children killed or thrown into the gutter to starve.

[Glaucon]

Those kids gonna be really screwed up adults.

[cascadecombo]

(07-20-2015 02:04 AM)MrLemon Wrote:  

(07-20-2015 01:48 AM)cascadecombo Wrote:  

When an actual war comes to these people, I am highly curious as to how this "authoritative" woman (women) will handle themselves and their families.

When actual war comes, the "authoritative" woman will do something utterly stupid and get herself, her husband, and all of her children killed or thrown into the gutter to starve.

That's basically what I imagine. In the current world, you can have a physically weak and probably mentally unstable woman run the house and there won't be many life threatening consequences due to the how safe the world has become. Once stuff becomes real though, I wonder how many non-xena warrior princess out there would still be able to do anything.

[zombiejimmorrison]

Damn those were some messed up stories Troll King. The hypocrisy of these feminists is outstanding though. Man getting married to more than one wife equals she's brainwashed and controlled, even though from a biological standpoint it makes more sense that a man would have more than one partner if he has enough resources.

Anyway polyamory in most cases would be harmful to children. People have done studies on this and have come to this conclusion

http://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/stepchil...se-0409132

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Some research has provided evidence of a 5-fold increase in risk of child abuse for step-children compared to biological children.

There is abundant evidence that children living in stepfamilies are more likely to experience sexual abuse. And children living with unmarried parents are also at risk for abuses including physical, sexual and emotional abuse

More partners equals more predators. A high value man worth anything is not going to waste his time with busted feminists who are into gang-bangs.

[vinman]

Relevant

[CleanSlate]

This makes me sick. Obviously, the only way to win is to not get married at all.

Despite what Rollo says, I don't think it's possible to get married to feminists like these and still maintain one's masculinity. Whenever I asserted my boundaries and put my foot down, my ex-wife would relentlessly fight tooth and nail until I gave in.

Even when I told her off at one time when she complained that I got the wrong brand from the grocery store: "if you don't like the stuff I get, then go get it yourself!", you would think that I would have "gained her respect" by standing my ground. But in practice, that didn't happen... instead, she would not talk to me for days, and would go out more with her girlfriends (and probably also with that other guy she cheated on me with).

It's just not possible anymore. The more I learn about where we are heading, the closer I am to giving up on the idea of ever having children.

[Eskhander]

The best arguments against polygamy/polyamory are the people who participate.

[wi30]

(07-18-2015 03:47 PM)Easy_C Wrote:  

(07-17-2015 06:53 PM)SlickyBoy Wrote:  

This was absolutely a fake article - with the full knowledge of New York magazine. There's no way that they publish something without vetting who the author is, as the market is far too competitive these days.

No.

Journalists do a terrible job vetting anything especially when they think it supports their narratives. They didn't vet Jackie in the slightest, nor have they with BS news stories like "global warming".

You also can find some articles and books out there written by former PR firm agents who have numerous stories about how ridiculously easy it is to bullshit the media. They'd send out fake "tips" designed to garner publicity and the "journalists" would typically run them without even questioning the validity of the information.

"Trust Me, I'm Lying" by Ryan Holiday

[Quintus Curtius]

Another related issue.

It's incredible how the media is willing to go through contortions to justify female misbehavior.

This one got my attention today. The basic thesis of the article is that:

1. There is a rise in female abandonment of their "old lives" (translation: bugging out and dumping their shit on their spouses and families)

2. This abandonment is somehow "justified" because women have historically been oppressed. Of course.

http://america.aljazeera.com/opinions/20...ommentsDiv

I liked this quote from the article, which just about sums it up:

To disappear is to walk away and let somebody else pick up the pieces. But for a woman to do so is an act of resistance, as it entails rejecting the roles of mother, daughter, girlfriend, even caring attentive friend and neighbor that have been foisted upon her. To disappear requires cordoning off the consequences and compartmentalizing the past while ordering your next coconut daiquiri, or whatever your disappearance fantasy may be. To disappear is to put oneself first, while women have been socially conditioned from time immemorial to put themselves last.

[Grodin]

While I get annoyed at the proliferation and attempt to normalize this bullshit, I also think we need to keep it in perspective. Most of these written pieces are troll-jobs, or the erotic keyboard vomit from extremely obsessive-submissive-celibate "sapiosexuals" or closet gays and trannies. Key word here is obsessive, I get the impression that there is a very small group writing this crap but the shear output they spew forth makes it look like some growing trend.

I'm not saying open relationships aren't a growing trend, but this extremely perverse variant where the man get's off on the humiliation - I think it's a bunch of hot air.

I'm on the bandwagon for this being a fake piece, but I actually think a dude wrote it. A dude who most likely, in my opinion, doesn't even have a girlfriend/wife. This is a sick fantasy for him, and he probably can't find even a sick feminist who's attracted to his weak shell of a self. This is an exercise in ego fortification for him, to reframe his weakness-of-self as an issue of morality or virtue, and also an attempt to sell us (and himself) on the normalization of this fantasy.

[Troll King]

So, it looks like they interviewed the couple for another piece about, especially why it shocked people, their relationship and what not.

In the trump thread I made a comment about how I don't think Hillary or the Left candidates will get the same turnout from millennials as Obama did. One of the things I pointed out is that there are now a lot of younger, more liberal, guys - like myself - who voted for Obama in 08 but woke up by 2012 on the other side of the political spectrum for one reason or another. A great example of this happening to a large degree is GamerGate and how you had a lot of liberal guys opening their eyes to the fact that the left was attacking them and Breitbart was defending them.

However, on a smaller scale it has still been going that more liberal younger guys are finding the manosphere and becoming more reactionary. I am sure there are a lot of reasons for this, I think one of the biggest ones is that Gen Y is not only the first generation that has had feminism shoved down their throat from the cradle to the grave but also because those of us born in the 80s and 90s are now adults and we are the latch key kid/divorce generation.

Anyways, the reason I bring this up is because back in 08/09 I was just barely becoming aware of men's issues and I think it was around 2010 or early 2011 that I actually found the manosphere and started commenting in it. I even had a blog for a awhile.

Back in those days you didn't even see feminist writers like Jessica Valenti or Amanda Marcotte really talk much about MRAs and you certainly didn't see those types of terms show up to anywhere the same degree that you do today. Hell, I remember when r/mensrights had something like 15k subscribers back when Kloo2Yoo was running the place.

The reason I bring this up is because MRA's are mentioned right along side Rush Limbaugh in this follow up. It will be interesting to see how that effects the future, especially as Hillary Clinton ramps up the feminist nonsense during the election. Maybe we can get Trump to mention some men's issues or at least call Hillary on her feminist bullshit (I expect she will put the 1 in 4 college women raped and 77 cents per male dollar in ads and speeches).

So, here the piece is:

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We knew people might disagree with the ideas in the essay, but we were unprepared for the avalanche of responses the piece received. “Cuckolded New York Magazine Writer Thinks He Discovered the Meaning of Feminism,” blared Rush Limbaugh. Men’s-rights activists pounced, calling the writer deluded and emasculated. “Do you need further proof that modern feminism is nothing but some disgusting freakshow to give in to self indulgement [sic]?” read one representative comment of the more than 1,000 posted on the piece.

We decided to check back in with the author — and this time, we wanted to hear from his wife, too. We wanted to know what kinds of conversations they’d had since the article ran — had they read the comments? How did they feel about the anger their story had generated?

They generously agreed to continue the conversation.

Why do you guys think this story hit such a nerve for people?
Michael: All I can say is I think the old models are breaking down and have not yet been replaced by new models. There are a lot of desires, there's a lot of behavior out there in our culture today that doesn't yet have a model or a name. The response to the article demonstrates the fear that people have when they're confronted with something new and they don't yet have words to describe it and a place to put it. And they also demonstrate, even from that fear, how much people want to cling to the old model even though those old models are not even relevant anymore. There's a lot of people in our culture asking, “What does family mean? What does marriage look like?”
Lilly: I was surprised by the vitriol of the responses, maybe especially so from women more than the men. When the article first published, I read a handful of the comments. One of them contained this notion like, “this is why you should have a lot of sex before you get married,” and I was like, “Okay, so these people are all morons. ‘Oh, you should drink a lot of water before you go to the desert so then you won't be thirsty anymore.’”

It wasn't just the fact that you opened up your marriage that made people so mad, a lot of the commenters were these deeply offended men complaining that you were a stay-at-home dad, theorizing that's why she didn't want to have sex with you. They were so loaded with gender assumptions and deeply felt stereotypes about how traditional male-female parenting and marriage should work.
Michael: [b]The world needs to be less masculine, more caring, more nurturing and all those things that have been assigned to women as their sole purview. When you mentioned that the men's-rights movement picked up on it, I rolled my eyes. That such a thing exists is proof of everything I'm saying. Men's-rights movement? What is that, even?
[/b]Lilly: It kind of reminds me of that joke on Mother's Day when the kids go, “When's Kid's Day?” And the moms all say, “Every day is Kid's Day!”





What will you tell your kids about marriage?
Lilly: Nothing in a tawdry way, broad strokes are fine. The concept of consensual non-monogamy is fine. I'm obviously careful, the same way I wouldn't talk to them about any other sort of topic that was too advanced for their age. I don't think kids have any idea about what their parents are doing regardless.
Michael: Yeah, that's the other thing, to the extent that children are ever interested in their parents' sex lives, it might not be as big of a conversation as people think.

Lilly, did you see open marriage as a feminist issue or did you just see it as more of a personal issue?
Lilly: I sort of consider myself a feminist, but I didn't approach this endeavor under the banner of feminism. It was more that as I got older and looked at how my thoughts and opinions about many things hold up to scrutiny, a lot of them didn't, in particular my strong opinions about sex, and its inherent meaning or value. You're led to believe many things about sex, through media or school — being a young woman in the '90s — you have all of this cultural baggage that seeps into your mind. Unless you actually take the time to look at why it's there, it can sort of just stay that way forever.

Do your friends or family know about your arrangement?
Michael: Everybody knows about it except my parents. I have found most people to be overwhelmingly supportive of us. They were obviously a little shocked at first. They've been curious and interested and supportive of us as individuals, as a couple, and as a family. I didn't know how people would react, and to discover that my friends were as solid as I hoped they would be has been one of the best things about it.

Has it inspired anybody else you know to question or open up, or even just have conversations in their marriage?
Lilly: I know that happened on at least one occasion. I know somebody that I shared the draft of the essay with in advance of its publication, who then basically used that to start a conversation with her significant other, that I understand went very well.

Do you feel like you guys have advice to give people, or are you just sort of doing your thing?
Lilly: I mean, it's not for everyone, so I wouldn't want to proselytize. We are fairly new to this, but I'm happy to offer any sort of tips or advice or my own feelings about it.

[Aenigmarius]

The thing that stuck out the most to me in that follow-up article:

Quote:

There's a lot of people in our culture asking, “What does family mean? What does marriage look like?”

Kill it with fire.

[CH-Toronto]

Any gif would be appropriate though.

[Paracelsus]

Quote:

However I have just implemented a variation on this ritual following some email correspondence with another dominant lady who lives in the Netherlands. She also runs a female led household. After returning from my recent business trip, I told George that in future I would require him to sit on the floor, rather than the sofa, when massaging my feet. I could tell by his expression that he was a little surprised at the request, but I simply raised my eyebrows and he did not complain.

The following day when I arrived home from the office, he followed me as usual into the living room and handed me a glass of wine, but then he paused and looked inquiringly at me. I saw his eyes briefly flit between my feet, resting on the floor, and the vacant seat next to me on the sofa. I looked at him sternly and dipped my finger, pointing to the floor. Only he and I saw the gesture, but he understood immediately and sat down at my feet. Amusingly to me, he rested his back against the sofa (for reassurance perhaps?). But, finding this position awkward, he soon turned around so that he could access my feet in a more comfortable manner.

Once again the double standard. Reverse the genders in this and every SJW from here to Fuckballs, New York would be screaming domestic violence.