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Put it here?

Boston had a historic storm yesterday* and I got to practice my emergency preparedness.  How prepared am I?  Very.  I didn’t have to buy anything (I did end up buying icecream and steak, but had enough other food that this was entirely frivolous). We had enough flashlights, batteries, candles, blankets, medical supplies, water storage devices, food, and books to be snowed in with no power for several days before needing to do something about it. In short: this is a test, this is only a test.

But I forgot one thing – you need to put the snow somewhere.  In my head when you shovel it, it just…dissipates.  In reality, when you shovel it, you make big piles somewhere.  So when the neighborhood kid came to clear the drive with his father’s snow blower his first question, pointing at a nearby pile of snow, was “put it here?” What would we do without the neighborhood kid is unclear, but please be reminded that community networks are a high predictor of survival during an emergency.

In other life updates, I’ve been thinking a lot recently about my early 20s.  This is generous, I’ve been missing the wild wild west days of my early 20s and finding myself eerily envious of college co-ed in the local café.  This is perhaps entirely predictable as my real life is, well, in exactly the kind of settling down trajectory I imagined I wanted a couple of years ago.

I remember in the midst of a particularly challenging alternative poly arrangement talking to my metamour and saying something to the effect of “I don’t know! I think I just want, you know, the status quo.  Like I want a nice house with a big kitchen and dinner parties with other couples!”

Well, I have a very nice kitchen, I have had several dinner parties since moving in, and I have a partner whom my family seems to adore.  My grandmother called me to say that she and my mother liked how he looked at me.  I have had to sadly inform my buyer’s agent that this nice young man has put a wrench in my tiny condo for one plan and would she please send me 2 bedroom condo listings in my area.

All this to say the universe gave me what I asked for, and I am, predictably, freaking out.  In an effort to remind myself that I did not “miss” my early 20s but actually enjoyed them fully, I thought I’d make a list of highlights.  This is what I did with my early 20s:


·      Lived in Thailand for a year

·      Had two book chapters published

·      Moved to San Francisco with no job and no place to live

·      Went to grad school and spent three years having a loose schedule that allowed for spending my days in coffee shops

·      Organized an alternative sexuality unconference in a hacker space

·      Dated two people long distance and clocked more than two-dozen flights in one calendar year.

·      Dated two other people in a completely serious could have gotten married but was too young to know what hit me way.  (And learned a lot.)

·      Went to Morocco alone and had to hire a chaperone

·      Went to Israel, Spain, Italy, and France mostly alone and did not have to hire a chaperone

·      Learned how to rent an apartment.  Pro-tip: you need a check book

·      Had a handful of weird quirky jobs and then landed in my real life grownup career job


* Note: I wrote this post after a storm 2 weeks ago, but I guess we’re getting another one now so it’ll still be relevant, right? 🙂

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February 8, 2015 at 8:00 pm

Posted in headspace, memories

Sunday thoughts lacking coffee

I’m sitting in my living room drinking tea and dipping a bagel into a small mount of za’atar on my plate. Later, I might go over to his house to watch a movie, or I might stay in my pajamas until it’s time to go out for cocktails with a couple of friends who live nearby. And I feel…happy? Self-satisfied?

A while ago I decided to try monogamy. I said I thought I might like it, but really I was harboring a lot of fear-fear that I would cheat on my partner in a sort of auto-pilot. Fear that the autonomy I kept talking about doesn’t really exist. Fear that…I don’t know, of the boogy man mostly. You know what? I fucking love it.

When my poly friends tell me their scheduling woes, I nod sympathetically on the outside while nodding “yes, I’m so glad to be rid of that” on the inside. When my friends talk about relationship hierarchy, I actually care a lot…one of the reasons I decided against the “we’ll just have this out of town girlfriend on the side who doesn’t want to live with us” solution is that I didn’t, in my heart of hearts, believe anyone really didn’t want to be cared for and so it felt unethical to be part of someone’s “I’ll take what I can get.” But I’m still delighted that this isn’t my problem to deal with.

When it comes time for gossip I let the ball drop, I’m sorry. I’m dating this dude, he’s nice, I’m still dating him. How’s your metamour’s cat?

But there are some common concerns-couched-as-questions that I thought I’d answer:

You must still have scheduling woes?!
Yes, of course, we’re working adults. But think of, say planning a meeting at work. Is there a difference between the complexity of planning a multi-stakeholder working group and planning a review session with the person who sits next to you? Yeah, so I’m planning with one person who more or less sits next to me.

One person can’t meet all your needs!
You’re right. Now explain to me, slowly, how you think monogamy works? Really though, I got this most recently from a woman I was driving home from a party, but it was followed up by “but some monogamous people still cuddle with their friends so that’s ok.” Maybe her needs are different than mine. This person I’m dating meets most of my sexual and almost all my intimate touch needs. I say “most” and “almost all” because I’m making space for pornography, this blog, frivolous shoe purchases which for me are tied to sexuality, hugging friends and family members, holding hands with people during difficult conversations, etc. I have many other needs, they are met through friendships, hobbies, work, family, etc. The point is, I don’t feel deprived. I sometimes feel slightly awkward when I have dinner with my male friends alone and then I tell my partner and I get over it.

Do you miss it?
I actually miss metamour relationship more than I miss dating lots of people. By which I mean, I miss having a sort of haram women’s space were we are connected in a more than casual way. I address this by spending more time with women in my family, dragging my partner to couple events where I can spent time with other people’s wives being wife-ish, and organizing girls night.

And one question no body asked – did anything surprise you?
Yes! I was really concerned when I suddenly started thinking a lot about my exes. Some with relief, “that person wasn’t for me, I’m glad I didn’t marry him.” Others with sadness, “that person was amazing and I was too young at 23 and didn’t know how to date or communicate with him.” But apparently this sort of chapter closing is normal? I’m really glad I have the past experience to learn and grow from, and it’s not like I didn’t know I still harbored feelings for one of my exes (not to mention some “I exploded that relationship because I was in the middle of my first year of grad school and losing my shit” guilt). But harboring feelings is one thing, apologizing might be appropriate even, but it’s very unlikely that there’s a there there, so I guess in some ways I’m reacting to what feels like the finality of it.


There’s a lot of monogamous to poly transition lit, has anyone gone the other way? Did the experience surprise you?

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November 9, 2014 at 9:38 am

Posted in headspace, personal

Seasons turning




I’m drinking cider, must be Fall, though I did get to the beach today.

I haven’t logged into this blog in a couple months, so imagine my surprise when I log in and realize people are still reading.  I love the Internet because it lets us share knowledge and confirm that whatever is on our minds in a common experience.  Apparently the knowledge y’all are looking to me for is all about chastity :-p

Anyway, if you’ve been waiting for a comment to be approved I’m sorry for the delay, and thank you for your kind words.  If you’re looking for an update, here’s what I was going to post…

Moments of delight

I had to buy stamps today so I could do such uncreative things as mail my rent check.  So I’m at the post office, and I’m sort of bored by the whole process, and then, circus stamps!  Vintage circus posters in different styles and sizes in miniature stamp form.  How cool is that?!

In the design world we talk a lot about unexpected moments of delight, and I love that about design.  But in other parts of my world, in non-profit efforts or in tech-forward hacking efforts we talk about functionality and assert that style isn’t important.  Not bad, just not important, and with resource constraints being what they are…

But what’s more resource constrained than the USPS?  They even have a relative monopoly on the market – sure you can send an email, but if you want to get a physical paper from one place to another cheaply you probably need a stamp.  And once you need a stamp, you can’t buy a stamp from a competitive post office, so arguably you’re going to take what the post office gives you.  There is no need for them to delight you with beautiful and well considered stamps.  But someone made the effort.  Someone selected just the right posters, and probably figured out the technical difficulties with having machines cut, and later read, varying sizes of stamps where a single size may have been easier.  All for this moment of unexpected delight.  Thanks USPS.

But somehow knowing someone’s reading ups the ante.  I don’t really have much to report.  Life’s pretty awesome *knocks on wood* and I am, as you last left me, on the seasonally temperamental coast, earth-shatteringly in love with the Internet and the Universe.

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October 5, 2014 at 7:10 pm

Posted in headspace

Stable core, vulnerable heart

I went to yoga tonight and we were in lunges, bending into our front knees, figuring out where our stomachs and pelvises were, raising hands over head, pushing shoulders down, opening heart – “Stable core, vulnerable heart.”  Basic, physical advice on holding the pose and not falling over and also the biggest coolest thing I learned about myself over the years.

I used to think that lovingkindness had a lot in common with doormat.  You can see how I’d make the mistake, what with talk of forgiving and letting go.  I had a yoga teacher in 2006 who told me if enlightenment was what I’d described it as – people wandering about unattached to anything or anyone, unwilling to stand up for themselves or have their needs met – we’d have enlightenment wards in the hospitals.

No, it turns out lovingkindness, vulnerability, whatever you want to call it, is something I find at the end of a lot of work.  It’s something I’m still easily knocked out of, if I’m scared for example, or stressed, I have to remind myself and sometimes I forget to remind myself 🙂 But it turns out that vulnerability is actually born out of learning how to create safe, stable, sustainable core spaces in my life.  It’s not in lieu of having my needs met, it’s not about putting other people’s needs first, it’s about feeling grounded enough that if I swap someone else into the center of my universe it doesn’t negate my feelings or remove my ability to have my needs met.

Maybe it’s a type of feeling whole.  I don’t know.  It feels really new still…like when you almost but not quite yet understand a math problem.

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June 9, 2014 at 8:17 pm

Posted in headspace

Today is about all the things I love.

It’s about this post by Timoni about her love for the Internet, which I read in the same week as Dangerous Lilly’s post about the history of sex blogs. It’s about my worlds colliding, and “I was there” meeting “what happens next?” It’s about missing San Francisco so bad that it hurts. Physically. But leaving still being the right thing in that moment in time.

It’s about that moment, in 2008, when someone I knew from the Internet met me in person and took me to Google – the physical place that provides the infrastructure for our most random questions. I loved that moment. I still love it because it made the Internet real and physical.

I treasure it like my memories of smothering the dial-up modem under a pillow so I could get online in the middle of the night without waking my parents. As an adult I find it a little funny that the incredible power of the Internet was so very lost on me. I took for granted talking to people on the other side of the world, it just seemed normal. Of course it did, right? I didn’t have a before time.  I just had the beeping of the dial-up and ways to get around it.

But what does happen next? This blog, this experience, maybe even this format – it’s played out. I’ve learned so much from it, but it’s not what I’m passionate about anymore. I want to spend my time learning about how better understanding the data we generate can teach us about ourselves, unlock hidden patterns, and allow us to make conscious decisions about privacy and sharing.   I’m not sure where that happens, but I don’t think it happens here.

So goodbye for now. Thanks for reading, responding, engaging, and letting me be a part of it. I will miss you with the same longing as I miss sipping Blue Bottle on the Embarcadero, but I am very excited about what’s to come.

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March 27, 2014 at 7:09 pm

Posted in headspace, history, memories

And then Spring sprang

I haven’t written in a really long time, I think because I’ve had a hard time untangling where to start and where to go from there.

I’m thinking about game theory and the underpinnings of trust and generosity. I’m slogging through Buy vs Rent math and realizing that in my indecision I am doing both the work of finding a condo and that of finding an apartment. I’m having a house warming for the house I’ll be moving out of shortly…because if life has taught me one thing it’s that everything is sufficiently unpredictable that the perfect time will not come.

But I had some thoughts on trust, which are that building trust is fundamentally about taking a risk and waiting. On the company or community scale it’s about giving users something of value and not asking for a lot back right away, and on a company scale that’s just dandy. But on an individual scale it gets hard, in order to trust you have to get some goodies, have a nice experience of that, have that be reliable in some fashion, and then, ok, you’ll trust the other person. But to be trusted you have to blindly give others goodies (stuff, snacks, time, attention, etc) ask for nothing back, and after a while they’ll trust you.

Somehow, despite sounding like opposite processes, people manage to trust and be trusted all the time. And often it just works. Magic. So I’ve been thinking about that, and about how to be open and giving without being a doormat and what the context for all this looks like.

And then spring sprang.

I walked out of my house one morning and it was in the 50s and sunny. And suddenly my entire experience of San Francisco made sense. I was happy. I trusted the universe and I believed, from the bottom of my heart, that people are good and that an app could change the world. I was in love with everything around me. Things started to click into place.  I stopped to ask myself, “why am I struggling?”

People talk about leaning in, or the wisdom of no escape, but what I really want to talk about is intentionality.  If I am doing something I want to do it fully, deeply, and honestly.  I don’t want to compromise.  I can embrace what the universe offers, and approach it with curiosity and openness, or I can go do something else entirely.  But I don’t get to stay and struggle.  I don’t get to “put up with” or “make do.” That’s not the life I’m going for and that’s not fair to the beautiful, amazing people who share this world with me.

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March 23, 2014 at 8:43 pm

Posted in Beauty, headspace

Every time

Every time I see “you’re not queer enough” or “you’re not kinky enough” all I want to is put up another sign on my proverbial front lawn that says “have the sex you want, with the people you love, and if you have the energy create the space for others to do the same.”

Sometimes I also want to stand on my front lawn and scream “who the hell cares!” But I don’t, because sex is actually really important.  And group belonging can be very important.  So this whole thing breaks my heart from all directions.  And then I remember that time a friend and I had an argument about it, and he was sitting on the stairs later, trying to pacify me I think, and he says “it’s bad for everyone but for some people the good outweighs the bad.” And that’s true, but what he missed was that my heart broke in that moment.  Sex is powerful and intimate and beautiful.  It has the power to connect us and make use feel whole.  People risk beating and jail time for the right to have sex they want with the people they love.  And you want to take this precious, beautiful thing and put it in a place that’s “bad for everyone”? No.  We can do better.

That friend was defending the BDSM scene.  But then I see people who realize that the BDSM scene is sorta a cult of personality, or it’s broken in some way.  Specifically it’s broken in that it hides abuse and puts itself out there as the only place to have safe kinky sex at the same time.  So people try to break away from that, but then they police their new borders even more thoroughly.  It’s the lavender menace all over again.

So I guess what I really want to say is that people have been trying to tell others how to have sex for 5000 years.  Just because they are a leather title holder or they are a radical anti-bdsm queer fairy, doesn’t give them any more say-so about what you and your partner do wherever you do it.

Another friend told me a while back that “there is no such thing as radical sex.” You can work for cultural change, you can try to change social views such that everyone feels accepted and open about their sexuality.  You can work to educate people about consent and change the frameworks we use to talk about it. But when the bedroom door closes, whatever you do, it’s about you and the person or people you’re with, and it’s normal and perfect.

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February 10, 2014 at 9:37 pm