Three to the Third

Today marks the third anniversary of our first date as a Trifecta.

Chloe is almost all the way moved in. Her mom recently came to visit and got fully adjusted to the idea of us. We have four trips planned in the next three months. My business is running better than at any time since I started it six years ago. Sick family members are back to stable condition.

Can I get a AMEN?

High Heals

That's it: I'm going to hire a lawyer!

Actually, we've talked about this several times, the idea of a "pre-nup" kind of thing to bring some degree of legal status to the Trifecta. (Don't worry, we're not about to start lobbying for legalization of polygamy.) What I want is a document to formalize the financial, medical, and legal ties we have (or want to have). Clearly the biggest beneficiary of this would be Chloe, who currently has NO legal status -- if you've been paying attention, you know that this is a great source of hurt. If anything awful happens (breakup, death, disability, medical catastrophe, job loss), there is a pre-existing setup that protects me and Red. You don't have to do much legwork to get that: get married, and *poof* you're insulated. Chloe, however, could wind up out in the cold under any number of scenarios. Despite having done nothing to deserve it, she is flying without a net, on her own, at risk of devastating loss. Not a beneficiary on anyone's life insurance. No 401K. No guarantee she could find other work if our business goes under. A stateless person in the politics of relationships.

This bothers me terribly.

And not just because Chloe happens to find the fact of marriage more important and appealing than I do (see several previous posts on that topic). But because in very practical terms, she bears all of the risk right now, at the same time that she has the least individual resources of any of us.

When I bring this up Chloe gets uncomfortable. She says she doesn't want to be a burden, doesn't like the idea of elbowing into our financial space. Also it's kind of morbid (someone will die ... maybe someone will break this thing up ...) Such a contract is about as romantic as a two-by-four. But ten days ago Red formally asked Chloe to move in with us, which surprised and delighted both her and me. The melding of resources and space and stuff is in process already. The psychological sense of her "presence" in the house is greater.

That means it's almost time to get this thing on paper.

So I was once again trying to sell the idea to Chloe the other day, as she and I sat at OUR dining room table (tee hee! that's so much fun to say). She objected in the usual way. For whatever reason, this explanation popped into my head for the first time: it's simply an artifact of everyone's history, I said, that you have fewer resources and less safety net than Red and I do. Expecting you to hitch your wagon to ours, but then be the most at risk if bad things happen? That's not fair. How things got this way is nobody's fault. Just like me being three inches shorter than you is not my fault. It's just a fact, neither good nor bad. To level the playing field, however, I can wear high heels. What's wrong with wearing high heels?

That made her smile. It's always been a little weird for Chloe that she is taller than me, and our standing hugs and kisses are therefore asymmetric. If I come home from work in heels and she's already barefoot, we giggle and enjoy the fact that I can be the top hugger, and look her right in the eye.

Love is giggly sometimes, and at other times it's solemn as hell. I want to do both parts right.

My advice (for what it's worth).

Red and I were recently reflecting back on what was in our heads when we started down this path to what became The Trifecta.  My answer when we first started the blog now sounds silly and shallow.  Red probably thinks I tried this because I was mesmerized by his good looks, sharp wit, and vast intelligence, which is completely true, of course :)   In retrospect, I think this all came about at a time when I was disgusted with my long history of making boring, predictable, safe decisions, that all eventually ended in failure.  I always thought that by this time in my life, I would have a couple of kids doing great in college, a beautiful house, many friends, and a happy marriage with a spouse who was as satisfied and comfortable in his HUGELY successful career as *I* was.  Except I was underemployed, the kid/step-kids did not want college OR a job, and I found myself going through a nasty divorce, despite YEARS of working hard to prevent it.

It seemed like the ideal time for change.  It really seemed like the best time ever.  Like the ONLY time.   I felt reckless and free!  These two proposing this were normal, sane human beings…self-supporting, brilliant human beings, happy, and satisfied in their marriage.  They could live without this, and were just checking things out…and they wanted ME!   I don’t remember feeling very much pressure, and I thought I should try something new and non-traditional and a little bit risky for a change.  What did I have to lose?

Things went blissfully well from the very beginning, thankfully.  My guess is that things don’t go that well for most people who try this out.  We did not create a list of rules and regulations – we just went with the flow - we are not swingers.  My “I’ll just have a little fun and check this out and have no expectations” turned quickly into “Holy cow…I think I want this for a very long time!”

I can only speak for myself, so I will say it seemed like feelings were hurt all over the place in the beginning.  Any one of us (ok, mostly me) could go from smiling, laughing, and dreaming of the future, to gloomy and pessimistic in no time flat.  We all stuck it out though.  We relentlessly discussed whatever issue was trending  – over and over and over again, until we were all reassured that although things may not be ‘fixed’, we would endure the fallout together.

I wish I had the magic recipe, really, I do.  I wish I could give advice to anyone who was interested in this kind of undertaking.  However, I feel that that our circumstance, like YOURS, is unique.  It will be an new experience for you -  distinctive and challenging in its own way.  You and your partners will laugh and hurt and grow from it, and may or may not survive.  Regardless, you will be a stronger person and partner for that.  FOREVER.  So go take a chance!

Incognito

Recently Chloe and I have attended a couple of really enjoyable local lesbian Meetup events -- Red doesn't seem to mind us running off together, especially if it coincides with broadcasts of multiple baseball games, which he then gets to watch guilt-free. Win-win-win!

Chloe and I do wonder whether this will one day be something Red gets worried about. But we keep taking his temperature, and so far no cause for alarm. It would be fun to bring him along to some of these, we keep thinking, but it doesn't seem socially appropriate. The one time Chloe tried to explain our situation to one of the women we met, it just didn't seem to compute in that person's head. Maybe it would make the women we're meeting uncomfortable, and that's not polite, especially in new company.

But the thing Red jokes about actually is a real, little bitty, niggling fear. "Don't tell them you're bisexual," he warns theatrically, "or they'll kick you out of the club!"

This is not, of course, a new issue. (See several previous posts here, and a truckload of articles and arguments in the LGBTQ world, for evidence.) But it's becoming a more concrete one for me and Chloe. The other day, since we were one of only two couples in a crowd of about 15 ladies, it was natural for someone to ask us "So, how long have you been together? How did you meet?" ... We exchanged glances and managed to tell pieces of the tale, along with a couple of "it's a reaaallly long story" interjections, without contradicting each other. Later we wondered if we should have a canned script ready for such moments.

And what's the worst that could happen? We get socially rejected? Probably only by some individuals, not all the people we've met (who seem pretty cool on the whole). We put someone a little out of their comfort zone? That's already happened plenty with our straight friends and family. I guess the gay guys have been so low-key, and there were already so many more of those in our lives than gay women, that we're not sure whether the girls are gonna be like "right on!" or back away like "hey, this space here is for actual lesbians". Chloe observed that the category in question is "girls who like girls", and in that respect we fit right in. Even if the number of girls each of us has ever liked is less than or equal to 2.

So do I get to embrace the subculture of not-straight women? Or do I have an asterisk? Should I be nervous about being found out as a poseur* or a fraud? For now I think I'll grab Chloe's hand, run to the beach for that barbecue, and come back to Red's fuzzy face to celebrate our growing circle of friends.


*The nerd in me is forced to observe that as a female person I am actually "incognita", and a "poseuse". Carry on.

NEVER MIND.

FORGET EVERYTHING I EVER SAID ABOUT NOT ENOUGH SEX.

Quality over quantity, right?

Man I love these people.

Home Alone

There was a time when I didn't like being at Red & Missy's house without them.  After all, I have my own place, it has all of MY stuff - their house was not comfortable to me unless they were there.  As a matter of fact, I felt downright awkward, surrounded by their shag carpet, chilly leather furniture, celery-green walls, and sticky cereal bowls left on the counter from the kids rushing out the door to school.  My apartment is dark and cavey, full of browns and burgundy and my own clutter.  I don't feel guilty cranking up the heat or the air conditioning to extreme levels, and the crusty dishes on the counter were left there by me!

Things have changed.

Kids have been around so infrequently that I have been spending more and more time at Red & Missy's (dog in tow, of course), and the things I was so uncomfortable with have somewhat faded into the background.  Family crises have also helped put things into perspective - nothing like a good ol' health crisis to force you to realize you were WAY too concerned with the color of the walls.

Also, I suppose we have entered that comfortable stage in a relationship where you don't have to fill every moment with conversation, or spend all of your non-work hours together.  Sometimes one or both of them need to be gone in the evening, and occasionally even I have a event that takes me off the couch, and we all survive.  I have learned to enjoy my time there alone.  Old movies and cozy blankets have become close friends.  I can always find popcorn, ice cream, and Doritos in the kitchen, and I love the bunnies in their yard, the sound of the palm trees in the wind, and the chirping birds (my apartment has upstairs gymnast neighbors, and a dumpster nearby - yuck).

The Red/Missy home has become a safe haven  - a place to relax and forget that there's any other place on earth I need to be.  Now if a walk-in closet would magically appear in their bedroom, and another 1500 square feet of floor space in the rest of the house...

V is for Vertex

Long long ago, in a Trifecta newly born, it felt to me like we were in a mostly-constant state of emotional triangle, and sexual mostly-V. With Red at the vertex. Not that this is news to any faithful reader -- back in the early posts, we observed how there were three relationships, no wait actually FOUR, and the bonds were very strong on each axis of the triangle, etc. ... and at the same time how Chloe and I were just starting to learn about how to be intimate. We still feel kind of like newbies (each of us more or less so at different times), but we're waaaaay more comfortable with the girl-girl lovin' than we used to be.

Over time, I realized that the emotional triangle varies a LOT.

Any two of us might feel closer to each other than the third does to either, and the distance might get prettttty long between any two points. And then shorten up, all of a sudden. Hard to predict. Sometimes, it feels downright equilateral.

Meanwhile the sex -- which has, under the strain of family illness as previously mentioned, been way way way down in frequency -- has been looking more V-like. I dunno whether those two things are related, but there they are. A nice piece is, any jealousy about who does what / with whom / when has pretty much evaporated. So I don't mind at all if Red and Chloe get it on when I'm not around, or when I'm asleep (OK maybe I'm mildly perturbed if it's preventing me from sleeping when I want to, but sometimes I actually don't wake up). This seems to be true all round. Sometimes we find ourselves in what was originally the default scenario, where two people are doin' stuff and the third gets credited with an assist. But mostly, these days, it's Chloe-and-Red or Chloe-and-me. Look at that! Chloe has become the vertex.

I'm still turned on by Red (and him by me, as far as I can tell). And though times are tough in other arenas, I don't feel any less emotionally close to him. Just ... the emotions and the bodies sometimes configure independently. And that feels just fine to me.