…just tell people you’re morenogamous.
No, polyamory does not mean “having a woman in every port.”
Some of those cities are nowhere near water.
If you’re hard, don’t be fast.
Attending the Loving More poly conference outside Denver, and (as sometimes happens at such things) they passed out bingo cards, where you mingle with other attendees to see who has attributes like “Learned of poly after age 40” or “From east of the Mississippi.”
One of the entries on my card is “Attending with 2 or more lovers,” to which the only reasonable answer would seem to be, “No, but the conference has barely started.”
A hot-blooded lass name of Muriel
Who was feeling a little mercurial
Said, “You know what I need
Is a handsome young steed
With some demonstrable skills embouchurial.”
Sex with a stranger or strangers is a whosome.
Henceforth, photographs of male intimate parts, whether solicited or not, shall be referred to as “dickguerreotypes.”
When you dictate “Yours with no small amount of yearning,”
and what gets transcribed is “Yours was no small amount of urine.”
After a certain age, all dating is carbon dating.
I was recently introduced to the president of the LGBT employees’ organization in my workplace. I thought we hit it off well, but was still surprised when I saw him today in the employee cafeteria and thought he was making an rather forward proposal.
Turns out if he was asking if I liked pho.