Six years ago, I made a commitment, a new year's resolution, actually, that I would not do monogamy again.
I decided to free my sexuality forever from its chains, to let it wander, to let it show me how far it wants to wander, to let it show me its own true natural limits.
This fear I found within me, is this part of the fear that has us all so buckled down? That if my eros truly had its freedom, it would be insatiable, unlimited, it would do harm?