Those of you who read Offbeat Bride may remember Kitten, Brynn, and Doll's rainbow garden of poly love three-bride wedding that we featured last fall. Well, it turns out that the triad are expecting a baby!
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"Homeowner", "renter" or "squatter" – whatever the label, these occupants take the Offbeat wherever they go.
Shortly after Christmas, I moved in with my boyfriend. But it wasn't necessarily happening because we wanted it to. To make a long story short, the living situation I had planned fell apart on me pretty suddenly, and he offered to take me in. My only other option was uprooting everything I'd built for myself, and moving back in with my mother — over 100 miles away. There were a few things I knew would have to happen right off the bat in order to keep the peace between us. And as a result of the following tactics, we haven't had a single problem with this living situation.
My fiancé has always loved travel, and was saving up for a year long road trip cross-country to take with his brother after he finished grad school and his brother got out of the army. When his brother passed away in Afghanistan in 2010, our lives were shattered pretty completely. His death impacted everything, and left us in the center of this desolate vortex of grief. Not knowing how else to proceed we kept moving and decided to still take the trip together. So on a hot sweltering day in July, we packed the Volvo and drove off.
Throughout my pregnancy I'd sit with my friends, often at a bar, sipping orange juice and Seven-Up and suspiciously eyeing my other female friends who weren't drinking. I watched drinking patterns to see whether or not I could "score" a maternity leave buddy for at least part of my year as a stay-at-home mom. Although I have many close friends who often act as designated driver, no one was pregnant while I was. I have a handful of mom friends who are at home right now, but they all live outside of the city and on average are a fifty-three minute drive away.
"I'm in a relationship where my partner is not interested in BDSM, but I am. My partner has decided that they're okay with me going to someone to help me with my needs. The problem is I don't know how to do this!"
I can help! First we'll talk about what to consider before engaging in a BDSM relationship, and then we'll talk about finding one.
(Un)Fortunately, we can't always convince everybody to agree with our personal brand of freedom and equality. By now I have realized that screaming "This is so unfair! Why don't you want to understand?" is not the smartest way to begin any kind of conversation. How do you cope with constant mentioning of idealogical deal breakers — homophobic, racist, misogynic, and many other discriminatory comments — with people you can't necessarily break things off with.
When my husband and I met ten years ago on Orcas Island, we would spend a considerable amount of time dreaming of living alternatively. The thought of a house in a neighborhood bored us to tears. We wanted different, we wanted a little hardship in our living, and we wanted to physically work for what we had. The standard American way of living never looked that lovely to us. And then one day it all became clear. This little family of four + one old lab needed a boat.
I'm quite satisfied with the single life. Though I've really loved loving and living with my manfolk too. They are very, very different lifestyles. I've been having a funny feeling that I'm going to meet someone soon, and it's leading me to wonder if I even really want to. I've been contemplating single versus couple life a lot lately…