Confessions of a Serial Writer Part I
By: Dylan Alexander

               I had my first sexual experience when I was 6 years old. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “Yeah, right!” But it’s true. To be honest, the singular “experience” should actually be plural “experiences,” because I can recount 5 distinct partners, and know of 3 others that I might have had an encounter with. Of course a sexual experience at 6 doesn’t consist of much. I was still a pre-pubescent creature after all. We’re talking about some brief kisses, light touches, and tight squeezing all driven by an insatiable curiosity to know more about our bodies. Especially this curious pleasure-producing appendage, which we adults call a penis. Even my budding sexual appetites could only go so far to overcome the limitations of my own biological development.
               Despite the inhospitable environment we found ourselves in, Shane and I developed a pleasantly flirtatious repoire from across the isle. If memory serves, Shane, often wore jeans and a slightly worn flannel or dirty t-shirt.

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Polyamory By: Amanda Reckonwithe                 So I said to my boyfriend Joey, “Joey”, I said, “why do you think it is that so many of our friends don’t understand our relationship?”                 Joey looked up from his book. I noticed that it was Heinlein’s Friday.                 “Probably because they’ve been culturally imprinted to believe that monogamy, even when it’s unsatisfying, is the only proper loving relationship. Just turn on the radio or TV. The ether is saturated with memes reinforcing monogamy.” More >>

Confessions of a Serial Writer Part I

Polyamory