Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Healthcare

Read this. So simple.

I am starting to have a strong suspicion that the only real reason anyone objects to healthcare reform is that it is a change, and so many people are deathly afraid of change. Any change, doesn't matter what it is.

The words "status quo" are the strongest term our society has come up with to describe its members' biggest collective failing.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Primary

Today it finally dawned on me why the whole concept of primaries and secondaries in polyamory have never sat all that well with me.

Don't get me wrong; I tried them out in the beginning, rolling the words off my tongue like an expert, even getting upset at those who would dare suggest otherwise. "It's the only model that works" I would insist. You have a primary relationship, and a bunch of secondary ones. That's how it's supposed to work.

And that's where our upbringing trips us up again.

If I had a light bulb to put in here, this would be the point of insertion.

See, what I figured out today - thanks in large part to an absolutely delightful and wonderful new person who has entered my life as if by magic a couple of weeks ago, and with whom I finally got to spend a significant amount of time - is that the whole notion of primary and secondaries (and tertiaries and so forth) is nothing more than a softened version of the monogamy model.

It's like saying "monogamy is too harsh, things aren't so black and white, we'd like to have a bit of fun on the side, so let's just call it something else. Oh, I know! instead of you being my wife, no you will be my primary. There. All sorted out. Aren't we feeling better now? now there's this girl at the office..."

Baloney, I say. Because underneath the pretty words and grand theories, a simple truth resides: when polyfolk use the word primary, they still mean someone who is primary in all aspects of their lives. It's the same deal, really. My primary is my top lover, partner, confidante, trusted person, romantic influence, shennaniganer at large...

And how, I would like to ask, is that any different than the thing we are supposedly saying goodbye to? isn't that exactly the same as monogamy? yeah, sure, the fixin's are a bit different, so now instead of saying "you're my only lover" I'm saying "you're my top lover" or "most important" or what have you.

It doesn't change a darn thing.

Thing is... for me, anyway, the entire point of going the poly route is the realization that one person cannot fulfill all the needs and desires of another. I mean, isn't that why the exploration begins in the first place? so why hold on to those old notions at all? do they really matter?

Instead, I realized today that I can have multiple primaries - in different arenas. Heck, I can be completely monogamous AND poly at the same time; no one says I must sleep with multiple partners to "qualify". I mean, once relationships are viewed through the lens of love being more than a license for intimacy, of self-actualization and self-realization, or better yet, through the idea of interdependence as their highest form, all these boundaries lose their meaning. It truly becomes a new paradigm.

And it solves many mysteries. Loving two people just as intensely. I've been struggling with this one, because the chemical and hormonal effect of infatuation IS pretty much exclusive. But I can love my spouse as the amazing partner, confidante and trustworthy person she is, my primary source of stablity, emotional and mental support, and yet at the same time love another as the primary source of my daily emotional well-being, excitement and desire. They are both "primary". They do not contradict.

Where things do overlap - which can happen, and often - is when, I suppose, folks get ranked instinctively. But trying to maintain the ranking artificially, saying my "primary" must be so in all things - just for the sake of maintaining some vesitge of old beliefs - is... well, silly I suppose. A crutch. It IS simple though, which I suppose is the big attraction.

I hate...

... being taken advantage of.

... being used.

... being used by someone under pretense of love, when all they really want is a convenient outlet to lash out because of what others did to them in the past. When I become the outlet for their revenge. And they don't even know it.

... being toyed with, manipulated, all under the guise of their being weak, capitalizing on my need - nay, compulsion - to care for others.

What I hate the most is to realize that, when they are finally done with me, when I am no longer of use to them, and when I realize all that has been going on... that I still care so much and it still fucking hurts so much. And the sad reality of it is: my door still stays open. Why can't I be like normal human beings and keep a grudge ever so often? huh?!

I'd like to be a jerk, please, with a side order of self-serving attitude.

I now make a vow. Any of you reading this who actually know me, please try to hold me to it. Whack me on the head, scream at me, shove it in my face. No more unhealthy people and relationships. No more fixing others. No more. I can't do it anymore. Please.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

And the solution is... as always... ductape.

An old cliche that still proves itself true every day in millions of applications.

And so it did today.

Before she left on her trip, my wife told me that our truck has developed a scary tendency to issue sparks from the engine. She asked that I look into it. So today I did. I opened the hood, started the truck, and indeed, it was sparking every second or so. It did look kinda scary too.

I grabbed my dad who is visiting, and who came in and looked at it with me. The problem? one of the rubber tubings, covering a metal head that is used to drive electricity between (we think) the alternator and the engine, has been eaten through. Since it's very high voltage, and the head was exposed, it kept "jumping" sparks across the relatively small distance, causing the sparks.

Yes, I could have gone to Kragen's or a mechanic shop to get the part and replace it. In fact, I will once I come back from MY trip out of town. But for now... dutape! wrapped the sucker up, fired up the engine again, and smooth sailing.

So there you go. Our truck, fixed by ductape. Considering the variety of other application of ductape in this particular vehicle, I daresay in many ways, it is literally held together by ductape. Which I find kinda neat in an amusing sort of way.

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Newsweek on Polyamory