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7/26/2012 (4:23pm) 4 notes

misskatehate:

My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend- Type O Negative

The video for this song is waaayyy mare amusing than Black Number 1 which is so cornball.

Ahahahah oh my god this song! This was the triad theme song when we were all together. I had been looking for any and all polyamory songs, and this was extra great because the three of us looked alike and kept getting mistaken for siblings. 

#music#type o negative#polyamory

Indeed, the romance myth is focused on scarcity: There is only one person out there for you!!! You need to find someone to marry before you get too old!!!! The sexual exclusivity rule is focused on scarcity, too: Each person only has a certain amount of attention or attraction or love or interest, and if any of it goes to someone besides their partner their partner must lose out. We don’t generally apply this rule to other relationships—we don’t assume that having two kids means loving the first one less or not at all, or having more than one friend means being a bad or fake or less interested friend to our other friends. We apply this particular understanding of scarcity to romance and love, and most of us internalize that feeling of scarcity pretty deeply.

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For Lovers and Fighters by Dean Spade (via artemistic)

(Source: optais-amme, via deadlycamille)

clickbreatheclick:

Relationship Rules (Kinney & Taylor, 2001)

Brian: You were right. The reason I took you in was because you took a bat to the head. But that’s not the reason I want you to stay. But… Don’t get the idea that we’re some married couple because we’re not. We’re not like fucking straight people. We’re not your parents. And we’re not a pair of dykes marching down the aisle in matching Vera Wangs. We’re queers, and we’re together because we wanna be, not because there’s locks on our doors. So if I’m out late, just assume that I’m doing what I wanna be doing. I’m fucking. And… When I come home, I’ll also be doing exactly what I wanna do. Coming home to you.

Justin: Okay. I want some things too. You can fuck whoever you want, as long as it’s not twice. Same for me. And no names or numbers exchanged. And no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing, you always come home. By two.

Brian: Four.

Justin: Three. …one more thing. You don’t kiss anyone else on the mouth, but me.

Rewatching Queer as Folk, like I do every couple of years.

I can’t overstate how importance this scene, which was the first time I’d seen non-monogamy depicted in a positive way, was to me in eighth grade. I just remember thinking “That! That’s what I want!” 

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