It's strange to think that the way Ron and I met would now be considered "the old-fashioned way" — that is, in person as opposed to online or on a dating app.Our relationship, however, has a decidedly "modern" aspect to it: it's open. It was 2012. I was young, relatively inexperienced and

The Bitch in the House was the first feminist book I ever bought—and it was also the first book I’ve ever thrown away. It was recommended to me, in high school, by my first openly feminist friend, who raved highly about it, insisting it would “change me.” The first half of the book did, in fact,

“I got you something,” she said, her brown eyes looking at me softly but with a hint of mischief to them. I sat up next to her in the bed, “Oh really? What did you get me?” She leaned over the bed, reached into her purse and pulled out a tiny box. We all know that box. It can only contain one

When I proposed to R, there were two things I still didn’t know: That I was polyamorous, and that R was monogamous.Continue reading