The “True Love Will Change Him” Myth

One of the most persistent cultural myths about relationships is the idea that “true love” can fundamentally change someone’s nature. It appears in countless stories: the roguish bachelor who becomes the devoted husband, the restless wanderer who finally settles down, the free spirit tamed by the right partner. In the context of polyamory, this myth often takes a specific form: the belief that a happily polyamorous person will eventually abandon multiple loves when they meet the “right one.”

For many polyamorous people, this is a familiar experience. We disclose our relationship orientation clearly and early, often as one of the very first things we share. And yet, it is not uncommon to encounter potential partners who hear “I am polyamorous” not as a statement of identity or practice, but as a challenge to be overcome. The assumption lingers that love, if deep enough, will lead to conversion.

This assumption reveals more about the cultural scripts we inherit than about the people involved. Generations of romantic storytelling have reinforced the notion that the highest form of intimacy is exclusive, permanent monogamy. When polyamorous individuals do not conform to this arc, partners may experience confusion, disappointment, or even a sense of betrayal, as though a promised transformation has failed to occur.

The problem runs deeper than mismatched expectations. At first glance, polyamory appears to be a liberating and beautiful idea. Who would not want more love, more intimacy, more sources of support and joy? Yet when lived in practice, polyamory frequently exposes unresolved vulnerabilities. The experience of sharing a partner can provoke profound feelings of abandonment, inadequacy, or betrayal. For many, it becomes the first time they must directly confront the reality of their attachment style and emotional insecurities.

This is one reason polyamory is often misunderstood. It is not simply “more love,” nor is it an easy alternative to monogamy. It is a demanding practice that requires rigorous self-examination, radical honesty, and a capacity for discomfort. Jealousy, fear, and insecurity do not disappear in polyamory; they are amplified. To remain in the dynamic requires bravery, and a willingness to name and work through these challenges.

It also requires discipline. Not only sexual discipline, though that is critical, given the need for careful vetting and consideration of potential partners, but emotional discipline. Communication skills become the backbone of any polyamorous structure. And here, one of the most sobering truths emerges. 

“The quality of a polycule is directly proportional to the communication skills of its least emotionally secure member; or, if you prefer something gentler, less absolute, more accepting – a polycule’s health depends less on its most skilled communicator, than on how well its least secure member feels heard.”

If even one person in the network is unable to express needs, set boundaries, or listen without defensiveness, the strain reverberates outward. This is why intentional partner choice matters. Attraction and chemistry may open the door, but sustainability depends on emotional maturity and the capacity for dialogue. Without these, polyamory can quickly collapse into chaos and harm, easily mistaken for selfishness or exploitation disguised as “freedom.”

The myth of “true love will change him” bypasses this complexity. It reassures us that we will not need to face our own insecurities, because eventually the polyamorous partner will conform to a monogamous ideal, but this reassurance is hollow. The harder truth is that no amount of affection can erase a person’s fundamental orientation toward relationships. Attempting to do so often results not in intimacy, but in resentment and disillusionment.

A more grounded vision of love recognizes people as they are, rather than as we wish them to be. True love, in this light, is not about rewriting someone’s story, but about choosing to join it. It requires clarity, communication, and the courage to engage with the difficult emotions that inevitably arise. Polyamory, when practiced with integrity, is not a rejection of love’s depth, but an expansion of its possibilities, provided those involved are willing to meet the demands it places upon them.

Ultimately, the challenge of polyamory is also its gift. It forces participants to confront their own fears, to sharpen their honesty, and to expand their capacity for empathy. It strips away the comforting illusion that love can be a simple cure-all. In doing so, it offers a different, and perhaps more radical, lesson: that love is not about changing another person, but about embracing them fully, while also accepting the work required to embrace oneself.

An idea that’s been waiting since 2019 is finally ready to come into the light. PolyConnections will be a shared space for stories and reflections from across the polyamorous community: a place to write, to connect, and to listen. It’s been a long time coming, but the conversation is about to begin.

Declutter Before You Croak: Tales from a Swedish-Inspired Senior

By a (mostly) tidy old man who finally let go of his parachute pants. One of the first posts on this blog discussed the hellish landscape of indoor storage facilities, but the feedback was all about the Swedish gentle art of death cleaning, so here is a little more on the subject. 

Let me tell you, nothing makes you contemplate the mess you’ll leave behind quite like trying to find your birth certificate and instead discovering a box labeled “Important Stuff” that turns out to be a fossilized sandwich, a dried-up highlighter, and a cassette tape marked “Elton John – do not toss.” I recently dove headfirst into the wonderful world of Swedish Death Cleaning, and my friends, it has been a wild, liberating, occasionally dusty ride.

The Swedes, bless their tidy souls, have a term for this – döstädning, which roughly translates to “cleaning up before your descendants discover your terrifying taste in novelty mugs.” I started reading a book on the subject by a delightful author named Margareta Magnusson (or “Messie,” as I now lovingly call her), and I’ve never laughed so hard while simultaneously weeping over a collection of mismatched Tupperware lids.

Let me start with the gut punch
Messie says, “If it’s in a box, you’ve already said goodbye.” Now, I don’t know about you, but I’ve got boxes that haven’t seen daylight since Trudeau Senior had brown sideburns. Boxes of university papers, photos of people I’m 80% sure I never dated, and a particularly unnerving ceramic owl that I swear moves at night. After that chapter, I went spelunking through my basement like Indiana Jones, only to emerge three hours later, sweaty, triumphant, and hauling four garbage bags and one guilty conscience.

And then came this gem
“If everything is special, then nothing is.” I stared at my wall of “precious items” and realized I’d given shrine status to an angel made from glass banana split dishes. I’d been treating every doodad like it was a sacred relic. When I started trimming it down, a miraculous thing happened: the few things I kept? They actually meant something. My grandfather’s watch. A photo of my kids at the lake. My first submissive’s collar. The rest? Off to the donation bin, where someone else might actually want a mug shaped like Elvis’s head.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not heartless
I had a few hiccups. I kept a concert ticket stub from Elton John’s 1974 Newcastle City Hall concert because “it was the best night of my life.” But then I asked myself, when was the last time I actually looked at it? The memory’s not in the scrap of paper. It’s in the way I still grin when I hear the opening chords of “Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding.” So into the recycling bin it went, and I swear, a little weight lifted off my soul.

Here’s another kicker Messie delivered with a smile and a slap
“Saving for ‘someday’ is a waste.”
 I had candle sets still in plastic wrap from 1992. I had a bottle of wine I’d been “saving for a special occasion” that had evaporated into a raisin-flavored mist. So I did what any self-respecting sexagenarian should do, I lit the damn candles, poured a different bottle of wine, and toasted to the fact that I was still upright enough to enjoy it. Honestly, what’s the point of hoarding “the good stuff” for a day that might never arrive? My good china has seen more use in the past two months than in the previous two decades.

Then came the hard truths
Clutter, Messie says, is often about fear or control. Oof. That hit harder than my second marriage. I had outfits “just in case,” knickknacks I didn’t even like, but kept because someone once gave them to me and I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. (Newsflash: They don’t remember.) When I started letting go, I realized decluttering wasn’t just spring cleaning – it was therapy with a trash bag.

And perhaps the biggest takeaway of all
“Decluttering isn’t a chore. It’s a gift.”
Not to you, necessarily, but to the poor sods who’ll have to clean out your place after you go. My kids love me. But do they love me enough to sort through 14 boxes of DVDs, three broken vacuum cleaners, and a mineral collection that hasn’t been seen since the Harper government? Doubtful. So I’ve started pre-editing my legacy. They can have my stories, my recipes, my dad jokes, and that one legendary, home knit Doctor Who scarf. The rest? Poof.

Letting go, it turns out, is loving yourself
And loving your family, as well as loving the fact that you won’t be found crushed under a teetering pile of National Geographics from 1987. When you start decluttering your mess, you start making room for joy, for memories, for now. And if you’re lucky, you’ll inspire someone else to do the same, preferably before the dessert glass angel becomes a family heirloom.

So here’s to Swedish Death Cleaning.
It’s not morbid. It’s not sad.
It’s hilarious, humbling, and oddly heartwarming.
And if it means I finally toss that ancient fondue set? Well…..
Skål, my friends. Skål.

Shared Spaces, Different Rules: When BDSM, Swinging, and Polyamory Collide

This has been an ongoing topic of conversation among a number of my friends and community members over the last year. While this post is not the definitive answer, I hope it helps continue the discussion.

Merged doesn’t have to mean blurred

More and more, those of us in the BDSM, polyamory, and swinger communities are finding ourselves in overlapping spaces: at events, online, and even in our relationships. What used to be distinct subcultures with their own values and norms is starting to feel like one big, blended scene.

For some, this is energizing. For others, it’s disorienting.

The truth is, we don’t all approach relationships, power, or sex the same way. And while there’s room for overlap, there’s also the risk of misunderstanding, boundary friction, or even cultural erasure if we don’t approach this merger with care.

So let’s talk about what we’re gaining, and what we could lose, when our communities start to share the same space.

Why the Overlap is Happening

The convergence of these communities isn’t random. We all operate outside traditional relationship structures and sexual expectations. We value consent, self-determination, and authenticity.

And let’s be honest; finding safe, welcoming spaces can be hard. It makes sense that events and groups are becoming more collaborative and open to cross-community participation.

Many people don’t want to pick just one label. A polyamorous submissive might enjoy occasional swinger parties. A Dominant may explore romantic non-monogamy. Shared spaces let people experiment and connect without feeling boxed in.

On a practical level, venue access, costs, and organizers’ energy also drive collaboration, yet collaboration only works when we recognize how different our needs and expectations can be.

What We Gain by Coming Together

💬 Bigger, Stronger Communities
Merging creates larger, more resilient networks. Whether we’re sharing resources, building friendships, or pushing for social recognition, we’re stronger together.

📚 Learning Across Lifestyles
Each community has something to teach. BDSM offers detailed consent frameworks and boundary-setting. Polyamory brings emotional literacy and communication models. Swingers know how to host low-pressure sexual spaces. Shared wisdom benefits us all.

🎉 More Inclusive Events
Workshops, discussion nights, and play parties with room for cross-community participation give people a chance to explore without committing to a label.

📢 Amplified Visibility
Speaking together helps shift the narrative about non-normative relationships and sexualities. We challenge stereotypes more effectively when our voices are united.

But There Are Real Risks, Too

⚠️ Different Cultures, Different Norms
Each community operates on its own foundation:

  • BDSM: Structured power dynamics, not necessarily tied to sex or romance.
  • Swinging: Primarily recreational sex, often in couple-based social networks.
  • Polyamory: Emotional intimacy, often with long-term relational goals.

These are more than an orientation or styles, they’re cultural languages. Colliding without translation causes friction.

🚧 Consent and Boundary Confusion
In BDSM, consent is explicit and often negotiated in advance. In swinger circles, casual physicality may be expected. Poly meetups might center on emotional connection, not touch. If expectations aren’t clear, people get hurt, even unintentionally.

🏠 Loss of Dedicated Spaces
Some BDSM dungeons now carry sexual expectations introduced through swinger norms. For those who use BDSM as a non-sexual, power-centered expression, that shift can feel deeply alienating.

🧩 Risk of Exclusion
When merged spaces cater mostly to those who fit all three categories, others get pushed to the edge. An asexual Dominant, or a solo polyamorous person uninterested in parties, may not find what they need in these new environments.

🤷‍♂️ Public Misunderstanding
Outsiders already conflate BDSM, polyamory, and swinging. Merged visibility can increase confusion: polyamory gets reduced to casual sex, BDSM gets sexualized, swinging gets dismissed. Nuance is lost.

So How Do We Do It Right?

Clarity Above All
Be transparent. Is this a BDSM workshop with room for poly topics? A swinger party with structured scenes? People need to know what they’re walking into.

Consent Is More Than a Buzzword
It’s not just about sex or play – it’s about everything. Don’t assume touch, energy, or conversation is welcome without agreement.

Shared Events, Distinct Zones
Merged doesn’t have to mean blurred. Offer spaces within events that honor BDSM protocol, support poly dialogue, or provide swinger-friendly play. Let people choose their comfort zones.

Center Marginalized Voices
Make space for the folks who get overlooked – queer, trans, neurodivergent, BIPOC, disabled, and asexual folks deserve to feel included in merged scenes, too.

Final Thoughts

The blending of BDSM, swinging, and polyamory is happening, whether we plan for it or not. The question is: will we do it with care?

We don’t need to erase our boundaries to share space. We just need to see each other clearly, communicate well, and build with intention.

If we do that, we create a community that’s not only broader; but deeper, richer, and more resilient than any of us could build alone.


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Living the SoPoRA Life: A Light-Hearted Take on Choosing Autonomy

Ever feel like your life is an endless RSVP? Invitations roll in: “Come to this event! Join me for that activity! Let’s grab a drink!” It’s lovely to be included, truly. But what’s less lovely are the interrogations that follow when I politely decline.

“What are you doing instead?”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Wait… who’s more important than me?”

Ah, the joys of boundary-setting in a world that thrives on FOMO and social expectations.

This isn’t my first rodeo with the honesty vs. transparency debate, but today I want to shift the focus. It’s not about what I say to others – it’s about how I choose to live my daily life. For me, it’s far simpler (and far more satisfying) to opt in when I genuinely want to connect than to constantly opt out to preserve my space.

If the world were a little more straightforward, I’d label my lifestyle as that of a Solo Polyamorous Relationship Anarchist (or SoPoRA for short). What does that mean? It’s a big mouthful, sure, but at its core, it’s a fancy way of saying I value my autonomy and independence while cherishing meaningful, non-hierarchical connections with others.

Solo Polyamory is all about embracing the beauty of being my own primary partner, while maintaining multiple, consensual relationships. It’s not about having less love – it’s about loving without turning my life into a game of musical chairs, where one partner automatically claims the “primary” seat.

And Relationship Anarchism? That’s the freedom to reject societal scripts about how relationships should work. No automatic rankings of romantic partners above friends. No forcing connections into neat little boxes labeled “partner,” “friend,” or “fling.” Instead, each relationship is uniquely crafted based on mutual agreement and organic growth.

Now, before you picture me as some lone wolf prowling around in emotional isolation, let me clarify: this choice doesn’t mean I don’t value connection – it just means I thrive on creating it without compromising my independence. 

But what this looks like practically, I hear you ask? Well, I love my space – my home is my sanctuary, and it’s where I recharge. I set firm personal boundaries to maintain my autonomy – this isn’t selfish – it’s self-care. Communication is my superpower – I prioritize honesty, consent, and mutual understanding with anyone I’m involved with.

Solo Polyamory and Relationship Anarchism require a level of self-awareness and emotional intelligence that can feel like a full-time job some days. But the rewards? Oh, they’re worth it. There’s a joy in living authentically, in crafting connections that adapt as people grow, and in knowing every “yes” you give is genuine.

So, the next time I politely decline an invitation, know this: it’s not about you. It’s about me choosing to live a life that feels full, free, and fulfilling – one beautifully crafted, consensual connection at a time.