a rant: when monogamous people complain to me about cheating-
you may be offended!
I can’t respect monogamy. I just can’t. The glorification of jealousy, the unrealistic expectations, the weird possessiveness that comes with looming over your partner’s every move and social atmosphere. The awkward guilty angsting I hear when one person is fantasizing about someone outside their relationship. You don’t own someone. You shouldn’t be able to tell them they can’t see other people. Likewise, they shouldn’t hold those expectations to you, because they don’t own you. You are not property. I feel like there is implied and very not implied disrespect and distrust of both partners.
Likewise, I hate getting the diatribe from monogamous people going “Oh, I just don’t know HOW I could cope with all the jealousy of being non monogamous!” I like to compare this to leaving a big plate of food out on your coffee table and acting like you aren’t allowed to move it or put it in the sink or wash it or even touch it as it molds and decays. There’s no inner dialogue, no examination of potentially poisonous emotions, it’s just left there.
or the “I know you’re all poly and stuff, but this is how the rest of us do it” explanation.
And aside from that, the icky idea of marriage. Being bound to people in a legally constraining way. Adultery being illegal.
I feel like it’s a lie we’ve been fed every day, that the pinnacle of life is to get married and maek babby and that’s where it all ends. And it’s oh-so-important for the child you raise to be related to you. Because genetics are apparently everything. Human beings are so fucking selective when it comes to saying what’s natural and what isn’t. It’s just a convenient way to enforce arbitrary social rules of a culture sometimes.
(Source: diddlebot, via msamberhazard)
