You go too far, Nick, when you presume to tell me what my life is like. You are making James roar with laughter but I don’t appreciate your clueless mansplaining. As usual, you are blinded to what I’ve been saying and writing by the projection of your own wounds.
James and I are fucking Tamara and other women on a regular basis. Did you not read that in the article (and a lot of the other articles I write)? We almost never play with men because they cause too many problems. You’ve got some kind of vendetta against women because you got hurt, but don’t project your fucked up existence onto mine.
In the Real Man article I said that I had a partner as well as several play partners. Play partners are the ones you fuck and might even have some emotional attachment to; partners are the ones you love and have a commitment to. In other words, Nat is like my second husband. James has not found someone he wants to have as a second wife. He has not felt the need for another partner. Play partners are a different thing entirely! I already told you that we had two other women over for his birthday. Did you conveniently forget that while you were busy cooking up ways to imagine I’ve done something wrong? I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that your wife, when you had one, never arranged for you to fuck her and two other women at the same time! So stop telling me about how I’m somehow shortchanging James. Stop trying to comment about things you have no understanding of or frame of reference for.
And once again, I’m done talking with you about this because once again I’m about to devolve into uncivility, and I’d rather not do that.