Steve and Whyla's Non-monogamous Disaster Love Story

We took to this special little corner of the internet seeking…what, exactly? Arousal? Stimulation? To be admired?

What we found instead was, rather limited.

Thanks are due to all our interlocutors on…

On the purported kinship between gay men, and straight women—the supposedly unifying experience of clucking and head-shaking at the antics of our men. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em, ami…

It’s been a rough year, and Steve noted that we managed to put out only one episode in all of 2024 (though I, peronally, put out substantially more often than that, as Steve will tell you). We are st…

I don't know what we expected, but it wasn't this. I suppose we ought to have anticipated the limited imagination of 1970s suburban New Jersey, but we simply could not.

Really only one reference on this one, but it’s a ponderous tome: Leonard Cohen’s book of poems, “Book of Longing.”

Show Notes, in order of appearance in the episode:

Betty Martin’s book The Art of Receiving and Giving and some other ways to encounter her work.

Christine Emba’s book Rethinking Sex: a Provocation

Tho…

We’ve got some sources on this one. The book under consideration is The Erotic Mind by Jack Morin. Stealing the show from Jack is Audre Lorde, with her Uses of the Erotic. As usual, we also were thin…

Whyla and I live in Antarctica. 

You may be asking, Steve, whatever do you mean? Are you saying that you two are in a cold, ice-covered desert, bereft of sunlight for months, dominated by fierce, host…

Witt and I went away for a weekend, and in a little hippie food co-op, I picked up one of those free alternative newspapers. It had a “missed connections” type section, and I read over the messages, …

A few weeks ago, I was riding with Whyla as she drove with her teenage son (for convenience’s sake, I’ll refer to him as Ted Whylason). We were on the way to pick up a friend of his; she was driving …

There are planets that orbit two stars.

This was in my mind as I cast around for a metaphor, for a way to explain myself, traveling to meet up with a man who was not my husband, but with my husband’s …

I generally don’t listen to the podcasts after we record them. The production and editing requirements are minimal — splicing in the theme music [and occasional sound effect] at the introduction, con…

I had a colleague once who expressed a fervent wish not to be straight. She was an anthropologist, with broad knowledge of human societies, and she’d decided that, in ours, there was no hope for happ…

For the first several months of our acquaintance, I didn’t know that Steve thought I was a hotwife. I also am not sure when I learned what a hotwife is. When Steve met my husband for the first time, …