I’m polyamorous. I feel more comfortable in situations with multiple people. I relax, and smile, and feel at home. Thats me and I can’t change that.
I don’t want to either.
The thing is I’m a total bitch and I don’t know why the long, long, long suffering Archangel came to my rescue today but he did and I love him dearly for it. (Yes folks, you heard it here first, I really do think Archie’s great, if a prat at times). But without these bizarre relationships sprung up from nothingness into reality I can be made to feel like total crap. The basic tennets I hold true about myself still hold. I just need a friend, or passing Archangel to tell me sometimes, especially when I’ve had my handholds smoothed away.
Foxy Jonno and Princess Lex hugged me and I knew absolutely that I was in the right place and still me. The Jellicle Cat made me baked potatoes and a hot water bottle and I knew that I was home. Archie, who puts up with more of my shit than anyone else in the entire world, made me cry, held me and reminded me that at base a Mish is a fairly sound thing to be.
Give me a blasted heath and I’ll be home free.