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Apr 12 •
Monogamy vs Ethical non Monogamy
What do you believe in? I would like to hear your theory and why it works out for you ☺️
2 likes • Apr 14
@David Lima thank you 🙏 This is definitely something I have been talking, thinking, and everyone and again writing about for almost 15 years. Not all pieces have this quality just saying
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@Scott Cheng , you said you felt like you broke a social contract — and honestly? You did. That's exactly what happened. And the reason it felt so heavy is because that contract is one of the most universally praised fictions we've inherited. Everyone around us cosigns "one love" as the gold standard without ever questioning whether love actually works that way. And I want you to know — you're not alone in that experience. We are all tied to this phenomenon. Every single one of us has felt the weight of that conditioning at some point. The guilt, the shame, the catching of breath you described — those feelings have moved through more of us than anyone openly admits. That's exactly why conversations like this one matter. What doesn't sit right with me is that love — real love — is such a sweet, kind, and beautiful experience. It's one of the most purely good things we get to feel as human beings. And yet we've layered so much guilt and shame on top of it that by the time we're done wrestling with all of that, the original feeling gets watered down. The very thing that was supposed to be the point gets diluted by the noise of everyone else's expectations. But here's what your experience revealed: love didn't shrink or become less real because it showed up again for someone new. The weight of it didn't change. The texture did. The expression did. And that distinction is everything. No two loves I've ever felt have been identical — but the depth of the feeling, the gravity of it, that's been consistent. That's what tells me love isn't a limited resource being divided. It's something else entirely. The guilt and shame you felt weren't proof that something was wrong with you. They were proof of how thoroughly that social contract had been written into you. Recognizing the naturalness of the feeling beneath all that conditioning — that's the real work. And it sounds like you did it.
2 likes • 8d
Blast from the past 💛
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Bro Queen Girl Frederick 🌈💛 You deserve every bit of this shoutout. This space exists because you looked around, felt something was missing, and instead of just letting things be — you built something. Something beautiful, joyous, and full of meaning. I know I missed both calls last week and Monday’s this week, but let me tell you — I was so excited to hop on today. The energy and fun you brought into the room? It carried me through the whole rest of my Wednesday. That’s not nothing. Everyone shows up with such rich perspective, and the kindness that moves through those calls is something I genuinely feel. Seeing everyone’s beautiful smiles on screen — it just warms my whole heart. You created that. Thank you.
29d •
Skool Follow Feature
Does anyone know the significance behind the Skool follow feature? I tried to google it and it just made me confused. Skool notifies me of everything already but I’m wondering if the follow feature makes it so that you actually get notified of specific people’s activity in the group
1 like • 29d
@Frederik Schaaf the chat feature works with out following so that’s why it’s perplexing
Apr 15 •
Trauma Dump... maybe tmi...TLDR
Been sitting on this post for a few hours. During yesterday's call about loneliness, I was pretty quiet, partially because I was late, but I also didn't really know how to articulate what I've been dealing with without oversharing and feeling like I'm a weirdo. But I think the next part of my healing is sharing everything without censoring myself or apologizing for it. I don't want to do it, but I think that's the only thing i haven't done yet. I haven't even told my best friends everything because of an irrational fear that they'll leave. Trigger warning: sexual and psychological abuse. Self-harm/substance use. Suicide mention Pretty standard, parents divorced and I blamed myself after hearing my parents fight over how they were raising me. Dad is anger driven and authoritative and demanded respect and submission (i attribute part of that to his job as a cop). Mom was mostly rational and explained things. He moved out into an apartment, kind of on a sublevel. My brother and I made a friend in the complex and we hung out through the summer. During that summer, he introduced me to sex and showed me how to suck and fuck. That was when I knew I was gay. I vividly remember that most of the times happened outside in the landscaping in front of/next to my dad's window and next to a busy road, but the one that has been plaguing me is when the friend was at my dad's apartment and dared me to give him a secret bj in the living room behind one of these giant speakers while my dad was on the other side folding laundry. Did it and never got caught. This was like a 4-6 week ordeal. Fast forward a few years, my friends started getting curious and we'd experiment with each other. Dad caught my best friend and I playing Truth or Dare; got way out of hand. He freaked out so bad I don't even remember half of what he yelled, but I remember thinking "this isn't the first time he's reacted like this to something small so I'll just shut up and nod and get it over with." Then, my brother started asking me about sex when I was about 10-12ish and I kept telling him he needed to talk to mom or dad about it. We were home alone and he kept pushing and pushing, and I eventually caved, explained oral sex and showed how it works. It immediately got weird and we both felt really awkward and gross about it, so we agreed to never say anything because we both knew it was weird and wrong and didn't want to do it ever again.
2 likes • 29d
You know after reading this and trying to come to terms with some things from my childhood it makes me question why Lady Gaga’s fans are called “monsters”. There’s a particular experience I had as a teen that makes me tether totter on wondering if I’m more of a victim or more of a monster. Fear was a major driver in the decisions I made at that time but defining where the line should have been drawn was very confusing. What I learned tho is that the world has an interesting way of bending our perception of ourselves and gaslighting us into believing things that are not true about ourselves. I was thinking about telling more of my story on our next call on Monday but a part of me is wondering if the few of us in this thread should jump on a Zoom call with each other to offer that space of sharing to each other and keep it a bit more intimate since their are a lot of heavy emotions and experiences within this kind of conversation. Smaller circles can go deeper than larger audiences if that makes sense.
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@Jacyn Benzinger that is very true. When you say it out loud that bridge between the mental space and body space is built. Lots of subconscious thoughts can come up and out into the conscious that way
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@dylan-sean-5159
Human Design coach. Buddhist practitioner. Fantasy writer. Aspiring filmmaker. Fortnite player. Building sacred systems for scattered souls. PWRS 🦁⚡️
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