i mean, i acknowledge I’m still young and all my relationships are long distance, but like, i have 5 gfs, and like, my parents are actually hella accepting
Nobody, which is why poly is exclusively for people with a scheduling kink.
But yeah, I’ve never met a poly person who would bring three of their partners to a single event and introduce them all as their girlfriends. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met a poly who calls their partners “girlfriend”.
I’ve allowed my partner to refer to me as girlfriend to make discussion with others easier. I don’t love it, it doesn’t sound like a longterm adult relationship, but I recognize it’s easier to say “my wife and my girlfriend”.
and both of us go to family Christmas, though not everyone needs to know relationship status.
… you’re absolutely right about the scheduling thing though.
I’ve allowed my partner to refer to me as girlfriend to make discussion with others easier.
That’s pretty understandable and reasonable, but something tells me bringing another girlfriend to the same party would probably make the whole point a little moot.
Something about the post reads as “I’m only poly to upset my parents”, and that’s not typically what I see when interacting with the community. All the successful poly relationships I’ve seen have taken a ton of work and communication for it to function, and tend to be more mature than let’s go upset my partners parents.
I was in a poly relationship. I called my girlfriend “girlfriend” and she called me her “boyfriend,” and she also called her other boyfriend “boyfriend” and he called her “girlfriend.”
It was a great, genuinely healthy relationship, and Kyle was an excellent dude who always treated our girlfriend excellently
You didn’t even need to do that. Just identify yourself as one, pick a girl’s name you like and everyone has to go along with it for fear of being labelled transphobic.
I had three girlfriends for a while in my late twenties in that I was the guy they hooked up with when their primaries were out and they were feeling lonely / jealous. Not a great gig, as I was getting laid way less than I would have liked.
Curiously, my flat-mate’s boyfriend, who was getting plenty, was envious of my poly adventures, maybe imaging more of a harem lifestyle than I actually had.
PS: Only in my late forties did I ever become comfortable letting my parents get news about my love life, by which time it had stabilized.
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