Post: #1

Check out Emmett Rensin's essay on polyamory, Of the Kinds of Love We Fall Into: Polyamory in Theory and Practice. Emmitt Rensin is a young writer who graduated from the prestigious University of Chicago, and authored a collection of Twitter-style summaries of the great books (I've attached a screen shot of a page from his book).

In the essay, Rensin recounts how he was introduced to polyamory by an older girl at his college. The essay is very long-winded but it really baffles me. He talks repeatedly about how he is "afraid" of this woman who introduced him to polyamory, and how she is the one who suggested polyamory to him.

Excerpt:

Quote:Her name is Lou, except it isn’t really (every name but mine has been changed). This is our third date, but I am still afraid of her. We will stay together, in some form or another, for the better part of four years; in love for parts of it, and never once monogamous.

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I’d met Lou six months earlier, during my first year at The University of Chicago. She was a senior, a sort of matriarch to our college theater scene, who brought bourbon in water bottles to parties with inadequate booze and held court with kids I wished I was friends with. Her boyfriend was more popular than I would ever be . We met in passing: I helped her step over a law student’s vomit on a late night bus when she was on crutches; later, we traded names in a group conversation we’d both wandered into. We’d exchange pleasantries at parties. Soon, we were Facebook friends in the way two people can be without really knowing one another.

One night, near the end of the year, particularly frustrated by a long time spent celibate in the name of a languishing hometown holdover relationship, I sent Lou a message. We’d never spoken like this before, and I was coming on pretty strong with my self-pity. She indulged me; listened to me complain about my girlfriend, about long-distance fidelity, about not wanting to be the kind of man who rationalized his desire to betray, but who still couldn’t understand why love was proved by exclusivity. She listened to all of it, and when I was done she said, “Don’t worry. You’ll grow up one day and find a girl you can love who’s OK with polyamory.”

At the time, I don’t think she meant herself.

Back in Los Angeles for the summer, I manufactured reasons to call Lou: I’m looking at classes for next year, what should I take? I’m in the Tribune this week, could you save a copy? I saw you reading a book once, remind me what it was? I suspect she knew what I was doing, but found it charming enough to play along. I remained terrified of her.

My hometown girlfriend moved to Chicago and we leased an apartment together. We took separate bedrooms but never really discussed why. She worried that she’d made a mistake; I did my best to be distracted. By mid-fall, it was over and she found her own place in town. I kept after Lou, and manufactured calls became manufactured outings. By Halloween I was at the zoo and agreeing — immediately and with no real understanding — to be polyamorous, “if this becomes a thing.” I said I already knew what it meant (I didn’t, aside from the obvious). Anyway: anything to be with her. I figured I could cram before exam time, and newly, over-eagerly in love, I set out learning everything I could about the word and the world that came with it.

I don't understand this. He's afraid of her? Why? And she is proposing polyamory? Isn't it usually the guys who want to play the field? And he's agreeing to polyamory without really understanding it?

Below are some photos of the author, Emmett Rensin.

What is going on with his hair?

Post: #2

Similar to psycho girls, look at the eyes...

Post: #3

This is what happens when kids don't get bullied enough.

Post: #4

What a chump. Of course a girl won't refuse an eager Beta orbiter willing to provide her with relationship stuff over and beyond just "friendship" (think back rubs, paying for things, etc) with absolutely no expectation of sex whatsoever. It's a godly arrangement for the female sex. If I was a woman, I'd probably string along 20 Beta guys with "polyamory" as well.

Post: #5

I remember terrorizing pussies like this in college. Did they stop making testosterone or something?

A man by nature wants to seize and hold something, the imperative of 'mine!' Unless he doesn't, in which case he is having fun. But polyamory is a halfway measure, toxic to the male psyche. "Its mine sometimes, other times its some else's, theirs and mine."

He looks like a neurotic sperg bird psycho.

Post: #6

All my relationships are polyamorous.

For me at least.

Post: #7

This is one thing that can happen when men grow up without fathers (or with whipped beta fathers,) no other masculine role models, and a confusing anti-male media. If dude got his head right he could slay indie/art school-type chicks. They eat up that moody, tortured artist vibe this guy could easily pull off.

Post: #8

I squash men like this with my wit, will, and i hope one day brawn. I ran into pussies like this all of the time in college, heck even at work. Nothing annoys me more than an effeminate man. It seems to be a common theme amongst bluetard colleges.

Do you guys think people like this always existed and the internet is giving them a forum for their pathetic lives? Maybe feminism is nature's way of culling less able males (like this one) from the gene pool.

Post: #9

I'm seriously having trouble imagining this person having heterosexual coitus in the male role.    

What is going on here? Are "guys" like this actually getting action?

If someone showed me this picture without me knowing who it was, I would assume it was someone like a lecturer in women's studies at Vassar.

Post: #10

I'm confused. When I did polyamory it involved sticking my dick in a lot of girls and all of them being cool with it.

Post: #11

Count Fagula.

Post: #12

Good lord this guy is insufferable. His tweets.

Someone dared to question polyamory and he said something like "Thank you for invalidating my entire adult emotional experience."

Post: #13

What a total pussy.

Post: #14

This is the alternative to masculinity: being broken. We're not 'old fashioned' or 'misogynist'. We're functioning men. All these lefties are fucked up somehow, that's why its so easy for them to get teens on board.

Post: #15

That's way too long to read in its entirety, but the obvious question -is he fucking this Lou now? Who else is he fucking?

Post: #16

pol·y·am·o·ry
ˌ/pälēˈamərē/

noun
noun: polyamory

1. When a women decides she wishes to fuck other men, and her current mate is too much of a pussy to kick her to the curb.

Post: #17

He's probably "terrified" because she fucked him in the ass with a strap-on.

Post: #18

(02-18-2014 10:44 AM)RioNomad Wrote:  pol·y·am·o·ry
ˌ/pälēˈamərē/

noun
noun: polyamory

1. When a women decides she wishes to fuck other men, and her current mate is too much of a pussy to kick her to the curb.

2. When a woman's sexual value is so low that the only way she can interest even the most Omega men is to dangle this "surprise" element of alleged sexual wildness before them. For more information, please see "BBW," "obesity," or "hit the wall."

Post: #19

I remember some years ago I was talking to an ex who was a goth and she started telling me about this female friend of hers that was into alternative lifestyles and was polyamorous. I had to ask what that was because I had no idea at the time and after she explained it to me, that the friend had two boyfriends at the same time who knew about each other and had even met I told her the guys either didn't care about her friend at all and were just banging her, because any guy that cares about a girl would want to be exclusive and certainly no men wants to share her woman with another man or most likely they were just two pathetic excuses of men, weak and soft little boys that the friend just bossed around. I also said that I seriously doubted her friend was happy because a girl wants a strong man to be her boyfriend, not sickly weaklings, so she was just lying to herself about being happy when in fact she couldn't possibly be. My ex agreed with everything I said. And yes, it turned out that the guys were just two pathetic "yes mam" idiots.