Alexa

My husband and I went through several drafts of our wedding vows, but none of them included a promise to “forsake all others.” We have been polyamorous since we met, meaning that we sometimes have romantic or sexual relationships with multiple partners.

I did a boudoir photography shoot shortly before becoming pregnant. I lost 25 pounds to help control my blood pressure before pregnancy put its strain on my heart and I hadn’t been at that weight since high-school. I wanted a record of that body, before I shared it with a new little human. It felt so satisfying to take in all of my sexy lingerie, to tighten those cords of my corset. I had done it! I was smoking hot!

My body is diligently keeping me available for this baby by shutting down the part of my brain that usually wants to jump my husband. I can intellectually recall wanting sex - it just feels like this really foreign concept now.

While I have dated and slept with both men and women in my life, I happen to be married to a man. This fact automatically means that I “pass” in most situations, although I still identify as bisexual. People see my opposite-sex partner and assume I am straight.

My first BDSM experience happened was at the age of 26, and it was an eye-opening night for me. The next morning, I found myself questioning my identity as a feminist. How could I want a man to do those things to me?

An open marriage certainly has its challenges, but finding personal time outside of being a parent is actually one of the great rewards. My husband and I have been polyamorous since we met, and I actually introduced him to the woman, he is currently dating. When our baby was born, she offered to babysit, so we could continue having our traditional date nights.