A thunderstorm is coming, so this might be quick.

Bigbie asks in my guestbook: "Do you not get jealous knowing your wife is shagging another woman and does she not get jealous about you and sara? If not how come? It would drive me mad, even to suspect my partner of sleeping with someone else. We have each other and that is enough. Why do you need another partner? Just curious."

First of all, if you're going to ask me stuff, give me your e-mail address, because chances are I have already answered your question in my diary. Like this one. Hell, the whole diary pretty much explains why we're not jealous of each other, but I've addressed it specifically as well, some time back in the early days.

The short answers: First we talked for three months about whether we wanted to become nonmonogamous and if we thought we could handle it. Then we tried it. There was some jealousy on occasion at first. We dealt with it. My wife shagging another woman doesn't actually take anything away from me. Nor does my having another lover. It adds to both of our lives. We trust each other. We love each other. We're secure with our relationship. Polyamory is not for everyone.

Conflicted feelings: A lady started preaching on the train yesterday morning. I read on the train. It's part of my precious, quiet reading time before work. I can't read while someone is preaching. It's like trying to read while there's an annoying commercial on.

But ...

This is an older black lady who reminds me of Cicily Tyson playing Miss Jane Pittman.

I got aggravated and then felt like a shit for feeling aggravated.

But, damn. Is there anybody in this world left who hasn't already heard of Jesus Christ and who could not go find Jesus himself if they wanted to? You do not need to spread The Word any more. It has been spread.

Dear Christian Faith,

Your mission was to make sure everyone had heard about Jesus. You're done. Thanks. We know where to find you. You can shut up now.

Love,
The World

Deb and I had a special night for just us last night. I got to see her in a black silk slip. I never took it off of her. But I still had a really good time.