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Jan. '11

An expanded love.  I’ve known I was polyamorous from an early age.  I didn’t have the words for it, but I knew that I longed for more than one person to love.  The longing stayed with me all of my life, but it wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I heard the word, Polyamory.  I was amazed that I wasn’t the only one thought that way.I started writing this book in November 2009.   My story was to be a romance that one woman has with multiple people, and with herself as well. It was a challenge for me; to chart my heroine’s journey from monogamy to polyamory when I’d never done anything like it before. I wanted to reflect the polyamorous communities that I’d come in contact with: the pagans, the bisexual folks, the radical vegan queers, and the plain old hopeless romantics. Writing this novel made me remember how excited I used to be whenever I read or heard about polyamory; just the idea of a different way to live made me tingle.  I want to pass on that tingle.Excerpt:I became Polyamorous at exactly eight-thirty-two that very same evening during the disco; I danced to an old rock track I remembered from school.  The music distracted me from a task I’d fallen into during the course of the day—counting the number of corsets that the attendees wore.  I’d reached sixteen before I started to get confused.  I let the music sway me from my silly musings, tried to remember how to dance without hitting anyone with a stray arm.  I had closed my eyes to help ease my self-consciousness, but when I opened them, there were two people dancing beside me; Jasmine from the relationship styles, and the organiser who looked like Santa Claus.  Jasmine was throwing herself about to the wild music when she bumped into me.  I instinctively held her, and then we danced together, bopping about to the tune.  When the music ended, she kissed me.  I kissed her back; a gentle press that made my lips tingle.  Christine appeared as if by magic.  She kissed Jasmine, and then she kissed me long and slow.  We all looked at each other and then started squealing like little girls.  I checked my watch, marked the time.  I could barely focus on the digits; everything was a swirl.  Jasmine held me from behind, Christine held onto her back.  Before I knew it a conga line had formed with me at the front.  We danced around the pub, a snaking trail of happy people.  Things would never be the same.An Expanded Love: available as a paperback or as an e-book

An expanded love. 

I’ve known I was polyamorous from an early age.  I didn’t have the words for it, but I knew that I longed for more than one person to love.  The longing stayed with me all of my life, but it wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I heard the word, Polyamory.  I was amazed that I wasn’t the only one thought that way.

I started writing this book in November 2009.   My story was to be a romance that one woman has with multiple people, and with herself as well. It was a challenge for me; to chart my heroine’s journey from monogamy to polyamory when I’d never done anything like it before. I wanted to reflect the polyamorous communities that I’d come in contact with: the pagans, the bisexual folks, the radical vegan queers, and the plain old hopeless romantics. Writing this novel made me remember how excited I used to be whenever I read or heard about polyamory; just the idea of a different way to live made me tingle.  I want to pass on that tingle.

Excerpt:

I became Polyamorous at exactly eight-thirty-two that very same evening during the disco; I danced to an old rock track I remembered from school.  The music distracted me from a task I’d fallen into during the course of the day—counting the number of corsets that the attendees wore.  I’d reached sixteen before I started to get confused.  I let the music sway me from my silly musings, tried to remember how to dance without hitting anyone with a stray arm.  I had closed my eyes to help ease my self-consciousness, but when I opened them, there were two people dancing beside me; Jasmine from the relationship styles, and the organiser who looked like Santa Claus.  Jasmine was throwing herself about to the wild music when she bumped into me.  I instinctively held her, and then we danced together, bopping about to the tune.  When the music ended, she kissed me.  I kissed her back; a gentle press that made my lips tingle.  Christine appeared as if by magic.  She kissed Jasmine, and then she kissed me long and slow.  We all looked at each other and then started squealing like little girls.  I checked my watch, marked the time.  I could barely focus on the digits; everything was a swirl.  Jasmine held me from behind, Christine held onto her back.  Before I knew it a conga line had formed with me at the front.  We danced around the pub, a snaking trail of happy people.  Things would never be the same.


An Expanded Love: available as a paperback or as an e-book

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