#i think monogamous ppl have spent their lives sitting in one room of a big house with their hands over their eyes

[librarycards]

non-monogamy - discovering i was ~allowed~ to practice it - has been a realization on par for me w being a lesbian or being trans. it released me from the anxieties concomitant not only with failing at being [normal] but also of being, like, an affront to the normalcy i was trying to fake. the reason monogamy felt like walls closing in (even if they never quite hit me) was not the result of some intrinsic, excessive, offensive part of my sel(ves) that i needed to grit my teeth and hold inside. it was a problem that could be alleviated just by traveling to another room