polyamory

Two friends, after New Year’s Eve.

Cecily: One day, someone will write about the grand explosion that was yesterday. Perhaps it was not so much an explosion as a type of cold war. I kissed Nino. Yves walked in and saw us. Jonathan wanted to beat Yves to a bloody pulp. Augustin pontificated about the fact that none of the others were good enough to receive the love of half the tip of my little finger. All of them confessed their undying love for me.

Alexander: Queen.

Two friends, on monogamy.

Cecily: I had a massive panic attack the other day because I haven’t dealt with monogamy in such a very long time.

Alexander: Maybe try and brainwash them just enough to start a polyamorous cult of mutually aware men who are in love with you?

Cecily: I did that over summer.

Two friends, on expectations.

Alexander: What do you want to happen with Ohan?

Cecily: I would like to see him once every six months, for a week of pure bliss, and never ruin the incredible beauty of what we have by turning it into some conventional full-time relationship. What do you want with Sam? Full-time lying on a beach and reading Proust to each other, while he occasionally barbecues kale and tempeh?

Alexander: I’ll be honest and say I want to know he’s not sleeping with anyone else, and to hear him say “I love you”, and a cute two-bedroom in Park Slope, with matching miniature schnauzers. Plus kale and tempeh in abundance.

Nino, on an ideal lover.

Nino: Our relationship was ideal. We were both looking for a “partner-in-crime” situation of semi-polygamous bliss involving a lot of combined ambition, fashion, music and shibari.