Limp Wristed Beer Drinking Poly Prince

Came home with a handful of stickers, a badge, a CD and a t-shirt that say 'LIMP WRIST- GET BLOWN' next to a picture of some filthy faggot. Speaking of merchandise, my fave t-shirt (and trucker cap, badge, bag etc) of the day, thanks to Whoretic is 2QT2BBIO. Closely followed by Feminist Fucktoy. Dang! Just as I was typing that I came across another new favourite- the Poly? Wanna Partner? range. Beautiful!
And speaking of polyamoury, the moment I start posting about wanting a husband/husboy/husbutch and shacking up and getting strangely monogamous tendencies and desires the possible possibility of poly-ammy-blahblah came up again in my life. Very glad it did, even if I am not quite sure where I stand with it all. Part of me wants to be swept off my feet by Prince/ess Charming, to live in wedded bliss never desiring another, but then the rest of me knows that life is not a fairtyale. Certainly, mine seems more like an excessively drawn-out and unbelievable Ancient Epic Tragi-Comedic Mythological Extravaganza with each new scene that is played out.
The other day I wondered here if my Prince has indeed already kissed me and is waiting for me to wake up to the magic. For reasons I can't explain, I have a strong feeling this is the case. I just have a hunch that I have already been touched by my Fate. And that maybe happy endings do happen after all.
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