I spent last night with the two people I love most in the world- my wife, brat, and our boyfriend, Mr. Nightly. We met up with brat’s parents for dinner, wandered around Waterfire in Providence taking pictures, bought beer and cookies and roses and popcorn from street vendors, kissed in front of the fire, and generally enjoyed each others’ company and the company of thousands of others. At one point in the night, while the three of us were snuggled while sitting on the grass overlooking the fire, I reached over and kissed my wife, and then turned and kissed my boy. Didn’t really care who saw, if they understood, if they were confused, outraged, intrigued, or otherwise stimulated by the exchange.

I was a happy girl in that moment.

I’m starting this blog as a way to reflect both on polyamory in general and the situation I find myself in. While brat and I have reflected on our relationship on Pink Bottomed Girls, and Mr. Nightly has also chimed in on Confessions of a Secondary Dominant, I have found that I hesitate to post non-spanking related items on our primary blog. While I’m an honorary spanko, there is so much more of my rich love life, and reflections on it, that I want to explore.