I censored myself in my last post. That is because I had not worked through what I was feeling and I am protective of my emotional ebb and flow these days. As I arrived home tonight, something that happened earlier this afternoon was still tugging at the hem of my heart.
So, I’ll talk about that.
The Munch this afternoon is what I would call my “Home Munch”. It is the direct descendant of the first Munch I attended. Warts and all, I have attended this munch, with greater and lesser regularity, for 11 years or so.
Today I stood to introduce myself at the Munch, as is the custom at this event.
After a slew of people introducing themselves as “Bi-Poly-Switch”, one…..after…..the…..other. I stood and introduced myself with some humor, and then got to my “Box-O-Labels” and referred to myself as a service oriented submissive slave and…pause…Monogamous…
And then several peopled booed. Booed and jeered.
I was stunned but, as is my way, I tried to turn to the humor. “Hey, don’t hate. Step up to the plate.”
That got laughs.
I am always about getting the laugh. Sometimes at the expense of my feelings.
Because it made me feel mocked, hopeless and depressed.
I get that it is unlikely any of these folks meant harm.
But what if a new person was sitting there and saw someone known to the group laughed at for being monogamous?
How does that further push the idea that monogamy is uncool? That people will laugh at you for wanting one partner?
I am not even a hard-line monogamist. I think that it can be cool to play with other people: known quantities and friends. I would also be fine NOT playing with anyone else if I had a partner who wished that to be our dynamic.
I am hardly a person to scold people when they make a joke at my expense.
But some jokes are hurtful. And some jeers can wound.