Yes, I’m a Snob
I’ve got a dirty little secret. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m an elitist snob. It’s no secret that I’m a polyamorist. What makes me a snob? There is a line of thought that says that polyamory is a choice, but no better or worse of a choice than monogamy. Hummmmmmmmmph! I can feel my nose elevating as we speak. If you follow that line of logic, polyamory is just a form oh hedonistic gluttony. It may be for some, but not for this high browed “lover of many.”
Sorry Monogamists, I think I’m better than you! As long as your reasoning for monogamy is built on ownership, property, territory or any other form of possessiveness, polyamory trumps monogamy. In any discussion I’ll put forth that polyamory is an advanced form of relationship bonding.
How so? Consider “storgie” or “motherly” love. There isn’t a cap on the amount of love a mother can give to her children. “Philos” or “brotherly love” doesn’t have a limit either. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Love of your fellow man typically isn’t bound by any sort of number. The common view of Eros or “intimate love” is distinct from the other loves, in that it can only be shared between two people. C.S. Lewis wrote in “The Four Loves” that “Eros love is a shadow of,
or even a hands-on preparatory exercise in, Agape love. But it is not and cannot deliver of itself the selfless type of love found in Agape, Godly love.” This limitation on love holds true under the context of monogamy. Polyamory turns that “limitation” of Eros love on its head.
I love “many” in a way that doesn’t have limits or caps. So if you see me walking down the street with my head back, my shoulders squared, and a warm smile on my face, you’ll know why.
Why? Because I’m better than you….
