Polyamory Deja Vu: The Forgotten Partner
Recently I found myself at a cuddle party. A consent cuddle party. One of those delicious events where “Consent is Sexy” Signs are plastered all over the wall. I found myself amused, yet unfazed by the display in front of me. A woman getting the same words on the signs “Consent is Sexy” (in Comic Sans) stick-a-po tattooed to her left butt cheek.
She looked giggled and we locked eyes. Now I was fascinated. She had the most fantastic eyes I had ever seen.
“What is your name?” I asked this beautiful angel of consent culture.
“Styrofoam” she replied.
I invited her to cuddle with me in the corner. She finished getting her buttocks tatted and joined me in the corner. One we were settled I proceeded to tell her my life story.. all the amazing travels I had, My alternative lifestyle, my numerous community projects and even repeated stories over and over.. because thats definitely not something that I do. This woman was opening up a whole new side of me..
She said.. “Hey didn’t we date like 5 years ago?”
I raked my mind for memories of ever dating someone named Styrofoam.. I could not remember that ever happening. I informed her of this.
She told me that her old name was Matriarchy and a rush of memories from organizing a community that ended up turning into a different project all together came to the fore front of my mind.
We decided to try a new relationship. This time where she had a new name and new hair and a new very sexy tattoo.
I love Styrofoam.