Multiple identities

One of my new climbing buddies is visiting me for a couple days for a project that is basically a mutual, and fun, favor. 

He’s from the part of Europe that is half of my own heritage, which is one of the many reasons we connected so easily and spontaneously (albeit only recently). 

It’s nice having him here for a couple days. It’s refreshing and fun and even interesting. It’s fun and interesting to see parts of me resurface that have been in hibernation for years. It’s not only the language — which is already a big deal, since it’s a much more gendering language than English and harder for me to speak now that I’m non-binary. It’s the whole culture, the background, the references — common references, shared jokes or same type of humor, even the same type of body language, including a more spontaneous and exuberant flirtatiousness/eroticism that has no serious intents but is refreshing and fun nonetheless. And pleasantly familiar in its innocent liveliness. 

Polyamory is a non-negotiable for me. And it partly has to do with my having multiple identities and so many interests: I grew up and lived most of my life in multi-cultural/poly-ethnical environments: I am a “mutt” who speaks several languages and identifies in different ways with various cultures; I am an avid and competitive athlete; I am a scientist and a dedicated professional; I am a non-binary/trans person; I am an adventurer and explorer; and I am a childish lover of fun times (although I often struggle to get this aspect of me out/satisfied). And also, I enjoy flirting and I believe physical contact/intimacy/sexuality to be just another aspect of interacting with people and exploring ourselves & relationships. I don’t like causal sex but I do like —and have always cherished — the possibility of sex/intimacy with friends/buddies, if the right situation arises and the feelings are mutual. 

I cannot forego this. For me being polyamorous is part of my identity, part of my multi-faceted identity, maybe also part of my liveliness/youthfulness, part of the fun, childish, playful me. A way for me to explore myself and the world. One of my multiple identities, and one that I enjoy very much.