No, I’ve actually only ever had two partners who were monoamorous by default. The first two. Everyone afterwards immediately knew I was poly without having to be told. And was poly too. I mean I would have asked them to consent to being metamours with all my existing partners anyway so definitely no cheating since you brought that weird point up. But if you’re now deciding the point is people’s assumptions, everyone I know assumes people are poly. If someone in my circles is monoam they actually have it listed in their bio so everyone knows not to flirt with them.
Sounds like I just have gayer friends than you do and you’re assuming everyone is like your boring friends.
If all your friends are human, that explains why your social norms are so boring. You should get to know people who are different than you. Otherwise you might turn into the kind of asshole who thinks every identity you don’t have experience with is fake. You don’t want to be like that, do you?
What a horrible existence you lead. Denying that people different than you exist. Seeing imagined conspiracies rather than accept new knowledge. Living, breathing, even wanting and enforcing such dreadful conformity. Such ignorance. You’ve seen the joys of a diverse world of love and freedom and you told it to fuck off. If my life were as dull as yours, I’d kill myself. But you want it that way. The only possible explanation I can think of for such aberrant behaviour is that your mind is as much smaller than mine as your world is. There are others of your species who were explorers. They climbed mountains and crossed oceans. They peered into the distant past and they landed on the moon. But you’re not of their kin. You want a small world. You don’t dream of meeting other species like the humans who love their Star Trek and their isekais. You heard of otherkin, and denied their existence. You don’t want it to be real. You’ve heard of queer people with an existence queerer than you have yet known, and you chose erasure. To you, entire lives, loves, ways of being are a joke. You refuse to see it otherwise. You aren’t gripped by the spirit of exploration, you don’t want to meet these people, to see the truth with your own eyes, not even to deny it. The idea of putting in the effort to learn anything, whether it be that this larger world is true or false, is repugnant to you. You want to already know the answer, and you want it to be the boring one. I could introduce you to dragons, to gods, to wolves, and stranger wonders still, but you don’t care. You don’t even pull out your search engine and google it. Not even that small effort of exploration. You want a tiny world. How small you must be.
No, I’ve actually only ever had two partners who were monoamorous by default. The first two. Everyone afterwards immediately knew I was poly without having to be told. And was poly too. I mean I would have asked them to consent to being metamours with all my existing partners anyway so definitely no cheating since you brought that weird point up. But if you’re now deciding the point is people’s assumptions, everyone I know assumes people are poly. If someone in my circles is monoam they actually have it listed in their bio so everyone knows not to flirt with them.
Sounds like I just have gayer friends than you do and you’re assuming everyone is like your boring friends.
Do you even have any otherkin friends?
I guess you’re all mind readers huh?
Why would they do that?
The fuck does that even mean?
Do you even do therapy? Jesus fuck. You’ve gotta be trolling.
If all your friends are human, that explains why your social norms are so boring. You should get to know people who are different than you. Otherwise you might turn into the kind of asshole who thinks every identity you don’t have experience with is fake. You don’t want to be like that, do you?
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What a horrible existence you lead. Denying that people different than you exist. Seeing imagined conspiracies rather than accept new knowledge. Living, breathing, even wanting and enforcing such dreadful conformity. Such ignorance. You’ve seen the joys of a diverse world of love and freedom and you told it to fuck off. If my life were as dull as yours, I’d kill myself. But you want it that way. The only possible explanation I can think of for such aberrant behaviour is that your mind is as much smaller than mine as your world is. There are others of your species who were explorers. They climbed mountains and crossed oceans. They peered into the distant past and they landed on the moon. But you’re not of their kin. You want a small world. You don’t dream of meeting other species like the humans who love their Star Trek and their isekais. You heard of otherkin, and denied their existence. You don’t want it to be real. You’ve heard of queer people with an existence queerer than you have yet known, and you chose erasure. To you, entire lives, loves, ways of being are a joke. You refuse to see it otherwise. You aren’t gripped by the spirit of exploration, you don’t want to meet these people, to see the truth with your own eyes, not even to deny it. The idea of putting in the effort to learn anything, whether it be that this larger world is true or false, is repugnant to you. You want to already know the answer, and you want it to be the boring one. I could introduce you to dragons, to gods, to wolves, and stranger wonders still, but you don’t care. You don’t even pull out your search engine and google it. Not even that small effort of exploration. You want a tiny world. How small you must be.
Are you okay mate? This is not the diction of a stable person. Gotta be a troll.
For sure homie.
Some sort of god complex? Get help.
Or, a 10/10 troll. Unsure.