I Miss My Lover

I participated in a live quiz by a writer on Substack, which got me thinking about love, partners, and relationships. People who believe in and practice monogamy often see their love as pure, earnest, and true. In contrast, those who explore other types of relationships, such as polyamory, are often viewed as less pure, less earnest, and definitely untrue.

For a long time, I believed in the ideology that polyamorous love was somehow less pure because society teaches that true love is meant to be between two people forever. However, we are society, and we have the power to determine our own beliefs and values. Thus, we can choose to view love differently.

Regardless of other factors, love is love. If it's not genuine, then it simply isn't. When you truly love someone—or multiple people—your affection for one person doesn't diminish the love you have for another. We express love in different ways, and it's impossible to equate or quantify it.

An important aspect to consider is the notion that differing levels of commitment in polyamorous relationships indicate a lack of commitment overall. However, that is not the case. If someone is open and transparent with their partners about wanting to be involved with both, how is that not a form of commitment? In fact, it could be seen as a double commitment!

The idea that someone can love two or more people romantically because one person isn’t enough for them is a common myth. It’s important to recognize that it’s never truly about the other person. What does it even mean for someone to be "enough"? We need community and connection, and a person can thrive with more than one meaningful relationship. This doesn't automatically make each person any less whole or sufficient. In my view, the answer is no; they are still complete individuals.

I am tired of ranting and will head to bed now

Fe

Space

Spaccccceeeeeeee

Spa ccccc eeeeeeee

It allows you breathe, to take a moment off that intense focus and then come back with fresh eyes to look at it again and maybe to see something different, something new, and maybe find a solution to that problem.

So take space, take up spaccceeeee

🥹🥹🥹

I feel tender

Wrung out, I feel slapped in the face or better still smacked in the face

I guess on a deeper level, I saw that coming

An aerial view of one of the busiest cities in West Africa, Lagos, Nigeria

Photographed by Wale Adebisi [@waleadebisiphotography]

They taught us to be quiet about it. To cross our legs. To hide our hunger. To feel shame for the fire that lives between our thighs.

They whispered that good girls don’t touch themselves. That women who love sex are dirty. Easy. Wrong. But they forgot something.

Sex is power. Sex is healing. Sex is fucking holy.

When I touch myself, I’m not being selfish— I’m remembering I’m alive. When I moan, it’s not sin—it’s release. It’s prayer. It’s worship. It’s a woman choosing herself.

I love sex. I love pleasure. I love the wild, untamed, wet, shivering truth of my body.

And there is no shame in that. Not anymore. Not here. Not in this temple I call me.

— Seraphine 💋🔥💦

Very much okay and it’s also okay to be uncertain about it from time to time, there are no rule books anyways

There is no love here

Some places are simply selfish, they take and take and take for as long as it’s possible, some places are confusing, there is no back, there is no front, just a low buzzing level of chaos, some places are factual, they lack passion, authenticity, vibes, but the places that hurt are places where you realize that there is no love, knowing there is no love here, gives a different level of pain, it’s like a waking up but instead of coming to reality you are actually waking up on the opposite side, it’s cold and empty and a fucking nightmare