ScythS

Lots of fun even though I’ve gotten a little banged up twice out of… ehh… I dunno how many times moshing. Being fat really helps with the not getting injured part. ;o)

I’m in a three-way, committed and closed relationship. It’s been that way for a year and a half now. My first parter, I have been with for 6 and a half years. The second came along, at first, as my best-est best friend ever who was in a relationship with a terrible partner who neglected him, mistreated him and did many horrible and reprehensible things to him. I hated that man more than anything I’ve ever hated.

Eventually, the horrendous parter and my best friend had to move in with my first mate and I, ‘cause they had nowhere to go. I found it ironic at first, to have to live with the very person I hate more than anything else on the face of the planet. It was a humongous test of patience which I have lots of… but, that faltered, and I eventually told him exactly what I thought of him.

Some months later he moved out, thinking his devoted parter who he had mistreated for years would follow once he established himself financially. I knew that wasn’t going to happen. So, my best friend was single, and looking. It was pretty rough on me when he was “looking,” because I had already come to love him, and him getting “really close” to others interested in him made me jealous.

After spending some time thinking about having the best-friend as a second parter in our relationship, I proposed the idea to my first mate, and he thought it was alright. After a couple months of thinking about it further, I decided to go with it on the stipulation that we all don’t have sex together until I’m ready, ‘cause seeing my first mate with my now new second made me jealous and it was something I had to get used to… the idea of a “three of us.” I got over that several months in. And, several more months later, here I am now. In happy, working, three-way relationship… possibly four-way in the future. Who knows? ‘Cause just a few years ago, I couldn’t imagine being in the relationship I am in now.

In February of 2007, I ended up in the hospital and found out I had CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia). After almost 10 months of the chemo-pills I’ve been taking, I’m doing quite well. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be off these pills before the end of this year.

Here’s to hoping I don’t have to feel sick, nauseous and weak everyday.