I grew up in a poly household. My mother was married to two men who loved her dearly and they were the best of friends. I use past tense due to the fact that one of my fathers passed away a few years back.
I grew up in one of the most stable, loving households I can imagine. I had tons of support from all three of my parents, I never felt alone, and I never felt confused about my parents relationship.
Were other people confused when I told them about my parents? Sure. Did it take some time for them to understand my parents relationship? Yep. And the reaction I got every single time from other kids once they understood? “That’s so awesome!”
Growing up in a poly house did not hurt me, confuse me, or make my life difficult. It sure as hell wasn’t abusive.
Healthy poly relationships do not hurt children.
I really want some more recognition for poly relationships. This is a lovely post and a step in the right direction. Couples consisting of two people can be dysfunctional. It’s not just poly relationships.
I will not draw pedophilia (ask me about age gaps), scat/piss, rape or rapeplay, incest, vore/unbirthing, inflation, futanari, or trap. If you have any other questions about what I will or will not draw, feel free to ask me!
Comics:
one page: $15
two pages: $20
three pages: $25
four pages: $30
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Well, look who’s making yet another commissions post. I just can’t seem to catch a break with work it seems, as my current job only pays enough for bills and nothing else; I need extra money to pay the IRS $300 (that’s a funny story that isn’t funny), as well as buy things Zero and I need AND help two of our three roommates (who are also jobless, you can help them here) pay bills. I hate having to make things like this when I’m still currently working, but we really need help right now until I can either find a second job or one that’s full time, so if you’d like to help me and my fiance out, shoot me a message! I accept PayPal, Google Pay Send, as well as donations on ko-fi (button is on my blog)!
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definitely need some help now because guess what, my fucking back driver side tire has a huge hole in it so I need an entirely new tire and have to drive around with a donut for now which is hell on my axles since my tires are so big and the donut is so tiny, so im gonna need at least $60 for a new one
my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.
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