Ev­ery year I am amazed at the ram­pant greed that’s starts on the day af­ter Hal­loween...ev­ery year I am dis­gusted. Your greed ru­ins the fak­i­ness of the fakey, fake...fer fuck­sakes sea­son.—

The Coast - - VISUAL ARTS - —Not My Cir­cus, Not My Mon­keys

I’m feel­ing pretty darn used. Like a balled up piece of trash. I’m not new to the world of polyamory but I’ve never been treated quite like this. You de­cided to open up your re­la­tion­ship. YOU sug­gested me and your part­ner spend time to­gether and when we did you be­came emo­tion­ally abu­sive. Cast­ing threats and shade- af­ter one date. I’m a hu­man be­ing with feel­ings and deal­ing with this emo­tional vi­o­lence is not what I con­sented to. I’m not a play thing. I’ve been read­ing back over our text mes­sages to get some kind of sig­nal that I missed but I hit a real dead end. I was vul­ner­a­ble and open. You folks lied and put your­self in a bad spot. But dis­count­ing my feel­ings just be­cause you feel hurt is com­pas­sion-less liv­ing. And you should prob­a­bly make that pretty clear be­fore you “in­vite” peo­ple into that mess.

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