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By Emmanuel Williams

Okay so we jumped the broom

And it turns out I’m crazy

What if she turns out crazy?

We’re still fucking married here

So I fuck longer than she does

That’s a record, not a flaw

So she snores, I snore too

But I provide. I always provide.

I never come home empty handed

I never leave her side

I always share my news with her

She swore she’d always be mine

If she fucks anyone else, I’ll leave her

The deal’s off, just like that.

If I so much as date anyone else, I’ll leave her

Badaboom, it’s over, just like that.

But we don’t see anyone else

It’s just us, day in and day out

We’re two of a kind, of course

Even opposites are two of a kind

Two opposites make a pair.

…of opposites. 

Nature’s funny that way

It takes what we are and grows something next to it

Hopefully we meet

Do you think people don’t…

Don’t meet their mate?

Their soul goes unmatched

And they die without the pleasure…

You could marry the wrong one

And continue hunting when they’re gone…

Or you could be convinced you were successful

Only to become blind to how much they are nothing like

What you need…

Your counterpart.

Wedding Dynamics!

Should have pyrotechnics!

That ain’t the half of it

Chicks see better men all the time

All day, really.

But if they love you, they come home.

If they still wanna do you, they remain loyal.

If they stand by their commitment, they will always speak with you in intimacy and respect.

In fact if you don’t have that first, you shouldn’t marry her.

If she’s always gone, if she rarely wants you, if she’s breaking promises left and right, if she cannot speak intimately with you, if you can tell she doesn’t respect you…

Then the end is near.

You have to respect yourself enough to revisit your commitment to such a lady.

But if she has been good.

If she still wants to be your bitch and nobody else’s. If you can hear the honor when she says your name. In public or in moistest private…

You stay with that girl.

If she can do all that and tells you she can’t help but have feelings for someone, anyone, then you owe it to her to be open to others joining your nest. If she keeps him or her from you, you can kick her to the curb. But if she wants you involved, you have an open heart on your arm and either you can rise to this occasion or you can drop out.

It might be a man, yes. It may be a woman. But that leaves you available for an ADDITIONAL woman which you will bring by your wife for acceptance. 

This is known as a post-marital OPEN RELATIONSHIP. The only change is that you both add another partner to the mix.

Hell, this is just a straight man with a wife who may be lesbian or straight. 

The difference between an open relationship and an affair is HONESTY. 

Should you add someone, run it by your wife. She brings someone else she should run it by you.

If either of you refuses to share, and it continues, then the oath is broken. The vows are null in VOID. 

But if you can widen who you would let in your bed along with you, (no touching bros), you might find a maturity you could live with.

If you cannot share and it stops, then your marriage is safe for all you know. If ever you doubt her, you cannot confront her. You have to end it. Like the mafia who kills anyone who is competition, you don’t wait for certainty, you just start shooting.

They don’t shoot you, they’re on your side. You shoot them; you didn’t trust them anyway, and ashes to ashes.

Because why would you nerve yourself out of an orgy with your wife if the occasion ever struck?

Ever heard of swingers?

Couples who like other couples. Yeah baby, yeah!

All of this is still new to people because they grew up Christian or Jesuit, or Mormon, or Agnostic.

None of that is reliable.

You’re going to need to pray to get through any of this OPEN marriage/lifestyle type shit. 

Prayer or Yoga.

Hell the Yoga might keep you flexible.

But I’ve been in orgies, threesomes where the male/female couple sought me out, stolen lesbians from their girlfriends, and I’ve stolen straight girls from men who ended up fucking the Tranny who were straight before that night.

Megan. She was my first natural blonde. And the gf I never neglect in my heart.

Marlboro Smooth 100’s, if she’s listening.

Do you understand that marriage doesn’t scare me?

I know how to get in. I know how to get out. I know how to handle the dynamics of loyalty and faithfulness. 

I’m not evolved. I’m an artist. 

Life isn’t cut and dry for us.

I apologize if your marriage is arranged. I hope you can realize love in such an agreement.

Let me end with a quote from Edgar Allen Poe:

“At midnight, in the month of June,

I stand beneath the mystic moon.

An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,

Exhales from out her golden rim,

And softly dripping, drop by drop,

Upon the quiet mountain top,

Steals drowsily and musically

Into the universal valley.

The rosemary nods upon the grave…”

“The Sleeper”, 1831. Edgar Allen Poe.