My favorite part about polyamory is watching your partners working together to love you. They work together and separately to add value to my life. Each loves me in a unique way but everything works to compliment each other. The energy of two different people who are focused on my happiness is enough to make me cry as I type. It continues to fuel me and I needed to speak on it. The part I love the most is how much potential there is to continue onward into the future. I can’t imagine I’d ever be so blessed. NRE (New Relationship Energy) is nice but this is a feeling of sustained elation. When poly works, for me it feels like flying.
My Dominant is scary and brilliant with a disgusting mind! This is the first person in years who was so much more sick and twisted than me that all I can do is reply, “Oh my god, FINALLY YES!” Ms. Tee is also smoking hot and I encourage others to appreciate her fine ass and be jealous of me. I feel privileged to be able to touch her. I’ve never had another human understand my brain so thoroughly. She makes me feel less frantic inside my scattered mind. She is generous with her heart and her time. She makes me laugh even when I’m crying. Every time we play, it exceeds my imaginations. She understands my body better than I do. Ms. Tee loves me so hard that it makes me feel dizzy and completely unqualified to properly express myself. I’m determined to love her.
My pain puppy is sweet and hilarious and has a fat tummy! His dedication and service is always entertaining and frequently humbling. He is a fellow extrovert always bringing me amazing people. I feel protected with my pit bull nearby. I know his submission comes from his fearless trust in me. There is innocence in him that I will guard fiercely. He’s my boy, my ride-or-die. When he looks up in pain, his eyes are always smiling at me. I must continue to earn that.
They both actively encourage my perversity, support my life goals and check me on my bullshit. I am a lucky ducky. It hit me recently, I have never been loved so completely by people who accept me in totality. I’m fucked up and they love me because of AND in spite of my flaws. They aren’t surprised when I’m loud and animated. They are never afraid of me. They understand my intentions. They give me space to make mistakes. They offer apologies when needed. They accept my sincerity. They make me laugh so hard that I forget about everything else. No matter how difficult life is, that gives me strength. I didn’t think anyone could ever get me on this level. I worried I’d always feel misunderstood. I appreciate being proven wrong.
I used to start new relationships from a place focused on what is lacking. Now I feel full in myself and completely supported by those around me. For purely selfish reasons, having partners like these makes me feel strong. This is what Black Love looks like to me. It’s in my best interest to treat them with honor because they strive to treat me the same. You gotta be pretty fly to catch my eye now because I have everything I need in the people closest to me.
I definitely win at polyamory.