{"id":67019,"date":"2014-05-24T14:00:35","date_gmt":"2014-05-24T18:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/?p=67019"},"modified":"2014-05-23T16:09:09","modified_gmt":"2014-05-23T20:09:09","slug":"how-not-to-take-a-polyamorous-vacation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/polyamory\/how-not-to-take-a-polyamorous-vacation\/","title":{"rendered":"How Not To Take a Polyamorous Vacation"},"content":{"rendered":"

With the Memorial Day holiday upon us in the U.S. — marking the unofficial, civil-calendar start of ‘summer’, regardless what the zodiac and the weather say — it seemed a good time to re-post this column by Maria that originally published May 18, 2013. — Amanda<\/em><\/p>\n

By Maria Padhila<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I set out in December to plan our vacations for the year ahead. I have relatives on other continents, and seeing them was for a while a possibility, and I was interested in making it happen. At the same time, I hadn\u2019t planned any kind of involvement in art or other festivals that I had to be part of. It was all going to be enjoyment.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
Poly Paradise at Burning Man. Photo by Eric.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It is difficult to plan time off when you have a child in your life, with school and all their activities. Then you add another love to the mix, and it blows up exponentially.<\/p>\n

Does this sound like ‘white whine’? Sure it does, in a world where most people get no vacation at all, and that\u2019s just craptastic, thank you very much, you Kochs and Waltons. But think about why everyone has picnics on Labor Day: It\u2019s a way to say hey, motherfuckers, here we are enjoying ourselves, and for all your trying you can\u2019t stop that.<\/p>\n

Of course, for Issac and me, our work lives intruded. Our vacation time shrank to about a week together, with some chunks of time scattered around. With Chris, it was down to a few burns. And it is May, and we still haven\u2019t made a vacation schedule.<\/p>\n

With the bit of time left, I made a bold declaration to Issac:<\/p>\n

\u201cI have been working since I was 14 (I\u2019m 51 now, so that\u2019s a while). I have worked when I was bleeding from miscarriages, I have worked 30-hour shifts, I have worked when I was grieving, sick, broke, when I had to hitchhike to work because I had no car, when I had to take two-hour bus rides to work. <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom now on, when I have a vacation, it is going to be a vacation. It is not going to be an obligation. It is not going to involve seeing anyone I don’t want to see or staying with anyone I wouldn\u2019t choose to or who I\u2019m not comfortable with. I don\u2019t care how nice their house is or what we\u2019re ‘supposed’ to do. If I don\u2019t want to go, I won\u2019t go. I deserve to have a true vacation or no vacation at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Like most of my bold declarations, it had little chance of becoming reality, but I have a crumb of belief that intention matters. And it meant a lot to me, because I have never asked for something that bold before. I have always regarded time off as time that must be used to fulfill obligations for family reunions, which means strained and stilted times where I feel like the poor and clumsy weird one that is either the impossible black sheep, or is the one no one can figure out why he married her because she can\u2019t even cook or clean (actually, I can do both, but we\u2019re too busy visiting relatives); and really would it kill her to put some makeup on? <\/p>\n

And my part in the invisible contract is not to notice all the scary energy getting shot my way.<\/p>\n

This punch-the-clock approach to vacation time has turned me into a monstrous, stressed-out, drama-torn wreck at some very beautiful homes in some very fine places around the globe, choking a bit on excellent food (I don\u2019t deserve) and wine (that makes me dizzy and sick but takes the edge of I-don\u2019t-belong-I-don\u2019t-belong-here off) — and going for very, very, very long runs. <\/p>\n

So my declaration was a formal breaking of a contract I\u2019ve been chipping at and creaking open for a several years, and the world didn\u2019t end. <\/p>\n

What surfaced was a week at a beach — that really sounds like a vacation, yay! — yes, with family, but with family I can deal with and relax with as much as I ever can with family. <\/p>\n

So I made another bold declaration: \u201cI don\u2019t care where we stay or what it looks like as long as we can see the ocean and we — and all the kids — can actually WALK easily and safely to the beach.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something so obvious — I grew up with vacations where we could walk to the beach. A lot of the time that meant camping and sharing a plot of sand with mosquitoes the size of the Wright Brothers\u2019 plane, but it was on a damn beach, dammit. I\u2019d hitchhike and stay in a place with rusty sink water if that was what it took — not like that was new. To my dismay, a lot of people think a beach vacation means getting a place where you can drive to the beach maybe one time if everyone can manage to get all the kids into the van, but hey, it\u2019s a really nice house with a hot tub and granite counter tops.<\/p>\n

And it\u2019s close to the golf course.<\/p>\n

Did I say that out loud? Oh sorry. I wanted vacation, and I wanted beach. If I want a hot bath, I can stay home. Staycation! Sounds good! If it\u2019s not the way I want it, I won\u2019t go.<\/p>\n

This sounded like an immature, demanding tantrum even to my own ears, as this process went on. But I kept testing it and turning it over. Was it selfish? And it\u2019s not selfish for other people to take me to places where they can play golf? Was it silly? And it\u2019s not silly for grownups to do a week of some kind of Passive Aggressive Iron Chef Meets Real Housewives reality show, while I, the appointed audience, keep getting smaller and tenser and quieter and more miserable? <\/p>\n

I had not spoken up this way before, not as emphatically. It was really scary and it felt horrible. But there it is, I said it. It may not look like a big deal to everyone else, but it was huge to me.<\/p>\n

Issac was very cool. He has engaged in a quest to find something affordable that meets everyone\u2019s needs, including mine. I\u2019ve been so blown away with work there\u2019s no way I could finesse it — and besides that, I\u2019m afraid I\u2019d lose all my bravado and cave in, abandon my stated needs. <\/p>\n

But not so fast. I\u2019ve learned that when you push in a direction of change, something inexplicable inevitably comes up as an obstacle. This time it was during a casual conversation with Issac, when he said: \u201cShould we invite my parents along?\u201d<\/p>\n

Of course we should. And of course I can\u2019t. <\/p>\n

It is a perpetual source of guilt and pain to me that I don\u2019t find family interaction as natural and enjoyable as he does. Someone who hasn\u2019t been set up to be the scapegoat from the beginning will never get it, I don\u2019t think. They don\u2019t know what it\u2019s like to have the invisible hooks installed, the ones that catch at bullies and projections and negativity. The way people cast all they don\u2019t like at you, not even knowing they\u2019re doing it half the time, and then get angry and cold to you when they see all those awful things they\u2019ve hung on you. It\u2019s exhausting to try to clear it all off; and yes, I try all the time to change it in myself, and that\u2019s exhausting too. <\/p>\n

I feel I\u2019m at my best when I can use it to some creative purpose, and that I\u2019m doing something of use to others as well when I can do that. I feel I\u2019m at my best when I can see it clearly and accept it with a sort of humor and compassion and even love it in a way. But that\u2019s exhausting, too.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I just need a vacation.<\/p>\n

So what\u2019s the point, dear, of having these wonderful lovers if you can\u2019t talk to them about all this? But I felt bad about that, too. To Chris, who is poor, it would sound terribly First World Problems, wouldn\u2019t it? The funny part is he has gone lots of interesting places with his several well-heeled girlfriends and their families (and never seems to feel as if he doesn\u2019t belong; maybe it\u2019s a guy thing). And Issac just feels hurt, not least because his question hurt me; I felt like I hadn\u2019t been heard at all. It\u2019s not about you, he says, they like you, you just don\u2019t want to see that. And in a way, that\u2019s true as well. <\/p>\n

But any of you who have been given a similar role — the uncomfortable-truth-tellers out there — I think you get it. <\/p>\n

It\u2019s exhausting to keep trying to state your needs, to believe you\u2019re allowed to do so in the first place. And I think everyone gets that. <\/p>\n

But I kept trying, because I love them. And I had a rough week or two. <\/p>\n

So a rattled old bourgeois lady takes a stand in the sand, and it\u2019s some kind of major breakthrough? Well, yes; one has to start somewhere. <\/p>\n

\u201cI want to relax, and we spend a lot of time with your parents. It wouldn\u2019t be relaxing for me if they\u2019re there. I know how that sounds. I\u2019m sorry it\u2019s not different.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want a week to relax with Issac. I know you and I don\u2019t get enough time together, but I need this.\u201d<\/p>\n

What do you need? Will you say it, no matter how trivial and selfish others might deem it?<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, there\u2019s some help out there for working out these knots I get into. <\/p>\n

In the Journals of a Polyamorous Triad<\/a> blog, Simon Broussard gives a two-part blog entry on a recent vacation, including a number of tips and shared experiences for vacationing that could be useful for people in any kind of relationship. Here\u2019s one piece:<\/p>\n

…for me, I operate as a fulcrum while traveling, and it’s important for me to be aware of how long that I spend showing attention to one partner or another.<\/p>\n

\u2022\tWhen driving, I’ll move my hand every so often between the two of them;
\n\u2022\tWhen sitting together, I’ll try to sit in a spot where I can reach them both;
\n\u2022\tWhen hiking or touring, I’ll spend time to walk with each of them separately, and alternate between them;
\n\u2022\tIf sleeping together, I’ll try to alternate attention between both of them, and get out of the way when they want to snuggle;
\n\u2022\tWhen shopping, we often shop as a group but will splinter in attention and conversation into separate dyads;
\n\u2022\tIn movies, I try to sit between them and hold them both;
\n\u2022\tWhen finding downtime, trying to find some exclusive time with each of my partners is a good idea; I also try to extend time to both of them to spend time without me if it’s desired.<\/p>\n

My attention towards my partners shouldn’t be interpreted as over-sexualized or aggressive attention but rather loving, affectionate, accepting attention. I’m holding their hands or knees; hugging them; kissing them; wrapping my arm around them. I would think that overtly sexual attention could be emotionally charged so I don’t attempt to push those feelings unless we’re in a shared sexual space. I want to enjoy their company — both as individual partners, and, as a group.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

On the (too infrequent) times I spend time with both men at the same time, this is similar to how I operate. I can almost hear people saying: But that\u2019s so contrived! So calculated! How do you keep track of a hug, a look, a laugh?<\/p>\n

You try really hard to stay attuned to the feelings and expressions of the people you love, that\u2019s how. You make an effort, and you express it to them in the best way you can, and you rely on them to let you know. You listen, you look, you learn. Why is this kind of care seen as so antithetical to love, when it\u2019s really what any of us, in loving, are inclined to do?<\/p>\n

I\u2019m still wrestling with Issac over the reality that more spontaneity doesn\u2019t necessarily mean more love. A mercurial triple Virgo, he is someone who thrives on novelty (hence our situation, in some ways). It makes him happy if I can bring home a new variety of coffee or microbrew or the occasional new idea, where Chris, a Virgo ascendant with Sun and Moon in Capricorn, grumbles that they don\u2019t make the tools his grandfather used anymore, so he is forced to comb country junk stores on his quest to follow the old ways. <\/p>\n

But underneath the enjoyment of ‘spontaneity’ is something I think everyone feels from time to time, and it\u2019s difficult to tell if it\u2019s a natural inclination or something we\u2019ve been taught: making dates is not romantic — making dates for sex in particular. With all that \u201cget out your calendars\u201d vivacity practiced by many in poly world, people ask, where\u2019s the impulsiveness, the surprise?<\/p>\n

The idea, of course, is to create space for the wild and unexpected to happen. Once I\u2019m on your calendar, who knows what may happen?<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, all too often, what\u2019s been happening is an email from work saying I absolutely must attend a phone conference in the next five minutes. I could certainly do with a less spontaneous work environment. Perhaps that\u2019s the next place I\u2019ll make my selfish demands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

With the Memorial Day holiday upon us in the U.S. — marking the unofficial, civil-calendar start of ‘summer’, regardless what the zodiac and the weather say — it seemed a good time to re-post this column by Maria that originally published May 18, 2013. — Amanda By Maria Padhila I set out in December to … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7221,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"generate_page_header":""},"categories":[207],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67019"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7221"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67019"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67019\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/planetwaves.net\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}