North Texas Lifestylers

So. I wanna share something with you all. This group is the melting pot of life... There’s a wife that’s dealt with her husbands and parents health. Several wives who’ve lost husbands to death. Many abuse survivors of all shapes and sizes. A woman who was once a hospice nurse. Mothers. Fathers. Those who have experienced theft and manipulation.... divorce...LOSS. I LOVE PEOPLE. I hope that’s not a secret by now. I love the many facets, both good, and bad, and even ugly, that make up who each of us is individually... and now, as a group. Understanding comes with the passage of time. We cannot know what makes each person tick. Laugh. Smile. Cry... without actually putting in the time and effort to do that with people. Together, Chuck. Danny and I, are doing that with each of you. Each of you here has been chosen to be here. We may have met by chance, but each one of you here is still here because for one reason or 100 others, you have touched my life.

Axiom #1 The people in the relationship are more important than the relationship. Consent is about me: my body, my mind, and my choices. My consent is required to access the things that I own. You do not need my consent to act, because I do not own your body, your mind, or your choices. However, if your behavior crosses into my personal space, then you need my consent. If my romantic partner goes out and sleeps with a dozen random hookups, he may have broken an agreement, but he has not violated my consent. If he then has sex with me without telling me about his actions, he has violated my consent because he has deprived me of the ability to make an informed choice. My boundaries are the edges of me. What is my personal space? What is it that I alone own, and you must always have permission to access? This is somewhat personal, and we often don’t know where our boundaries are until they have been crossed. But I think you can roughly divide personal boundaries into three

The Relationship Bill of Rights You have the right, without shame, blame or guilt: In all intimate relationships: to be free from coercion, violence and intimidation to choose the level of involvement and intimacy you want to revoke consent to any form of intimacy at any time to be told the truth to say no to requests to hold and express differing points of view to feel all your emotions to feel and communicate your emotions and needs to set boundaries concerning your privacy needs to set clear limits on the obligations you will make to seek balance between what you give to the relationship and what is given back to you to know that your partner will work with you to resolve problems that arise to choose whether you want a monogamous or polyamorous relationship to grow and change to make mistakes to end a relationship In poly relationships: to decide how many partners you want to choose your own partners to have an equal say with each of your partners in de

OUR DYNAMIC TRIO: Tink is Married to Chuck. Danny is her bfwb/np, only cause I can’t legally marry both. Both guys are completely STRAIGHT, and we live together as lifetime nesting partners. We’re a no drama, open, kitchen table style poly/swinging “Vee...” I’m in a relationship with both guys, but they are strictly just friends with each other. Us being poly doesn’t mean that you need to be! We are happy with what we have, and just looking to have some friendly, sexual fun with others. ***We are all autonomous, and any of us, together or separately, are looking to meet ladies and couples for coffee, drinks or dinner, or dancing or a combination date night and see where the chemistry takes us! Me and either one of my guys enjoy meeting couples for full swap fun. Would love the opportunity to meet other polycules or pods that are local as well! ***We aren’t into having any “heiarchal rules” that make for craziness and drama! Been there, done that, learned some hard less

Things aren’t as easy the second time around, apparently...part 1 When I took my first step into the lifestyle, I was absolutely insecure, and terrified. My hubs and I were so far gone, I thought for sure it was inevitably over... and in one final attempt to get his attention, for him to be able to forgive himself for cheating years prior, I jumped. When I stepped foot into Collettes that night, almost 3 years ago, I was DONE. I couldn’t imagine another day in the life I was living, secluded as I was, and so lonely. When I finally couldn’t take another moment of trying to be so perfect, to please everyone and be the “Good Girl” I was raised to be, I jumped. No longer caring what anyone else thought, I had to find a way to find myself again so that I could simply breathe! So lost in the coulda, woulda, shoulda’s, I just couldn’t take it anymore. What good did it ever do anyway? What good was all the time spent in recovery ministry, and church, and in bible and step studies s