Category: Lovers

The Lovers of the Zoeverse. Have I loved them all? No. But I did love most of them, and still do. I write stories about lovers that I loved having sex with. And some that I did not.

I am polyamorous and I love men. I like them the way they are. Don’t want to change men, put a ring on their finger, or have them put a baby in me. This tends to make men feel comfortable around me.

I am sure I will catch some shit for categorizing my lovers by their ethnicity/nationality. It’s certainly true that it both matters and doesn’t matter at the same time. I don’t have to look at them like that, and when I think about them I don’t necessarily.

So why do I do it? Because this is, in essence, a travel blog. The location where I have these experiences matters to the experience. And, in the cases where what I just said is total bullshit (like mentioning and even emphasizing someone’s ethnicity or nationality outside the country where the experience is taking place): so what. I like ethnicity and nationality. I like looking through that lens. It’s hot to me. It makes for good stories about lovers.

If you lined up my lovers you could find little in common with them except some spark of intellect. I hesitate to use the word sapiosexual, but I also hesitate to say that I’m into looks. The truth is that both brains and beauty matter to me, and neither on their own are the most important.

I tend to go for skinny men, but I really don’t care. Anyone intense and fun and open to creating new stories about lovers that I vibe with. Sadly this is fewer than I’d like.