{"id":1267,"date":"2005-04-25T18:52:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-25T23:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/?p=1267"},"modified":"2005-04-25T18:52:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-25T23:52:00","slug":"the-special-status-of-the-word-boyfriend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/?p=1267","title":{"rendered":"the special status of the word &#8220;boyfriend&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Someone&#8217;s looking in MY old posts&#8230; Hope they weren&#8217;t too boring*.<\/p>\n<p>But he made a comment on a post from nearly three years ago, just as I was leaving for SF, that inspired some verbosity.  <\/p>\n<p>I was going to make a comment, but decided to make a post, &#8216;cuz some of ya&#8217;s weren&#8217;t around then, and some of ya&#8217;s might have interesting things to say.  That having been said&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Damn, talk about your trips down memory lane&#8230; =)<\/p>\n<p>Well, for me, I&#8217;ve never been an automatic monogamist.  When I was dating [redacted], I was adamantly non-monogamous.  Whether he changed that, or our relationship changed that, or whatever, at the end of our time together, I was open to the possibility of monogamy.  Even so, I still refuse to assume it, despite my feeling that most people want it to be assumed sometime around the first date, or first fuck if a second seems likely. =)   For the monogamists, the boyfriend status seems pretty simple:  Have I foresworn all others?  If yes, then boyfriend.  If not, are we fucking?  If yes, then fuckbuddy.  If not, do I enjoy spending time with him?  If yes, then friend.  If not, non-entity. =)  Or something like that.  (Yeah, the computer science shows through from time to time).<\/p>\n<p>It was a really big deal to me to avoid what I referred to as &#8220;the boyfriend of the week club&#8221;.  If I call someone my boyfriend, that&#8217;s a pretty big deal for me.  It&#8217;s a statement of commitment to his well-being, sharing of time, a statement of another word I&#8217;m very sparing with, &#8220;love&#8221;.  I&#8217;m sparing with these words because I want them to mean something.  I try not to be actively derisive of people with new boyfriends (or girlfriends) on a frequent basis.  But if you won&#8217;t have sex with someone unless you&#8217;re in a committed (ie, exclusive) relationship, and you change your &#8216;committed&#8217; relationships with the same frequency you change your underwear, perhaps you are lying to yourself.  I refuse to lie to myself.  <\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t intend to become a great big slut because I was trying to preserve my philosophical purity, but that seems to be how things turned out.  The best times I&#8217;ve had with my boyfriends have involved close physical contact, all our clothing on, and 1-10 friends\/family (okay, so really only my little sister) in the room in a big, free-for-all conversation.  Several of those occasions are better than any sex I&#8217;ve had.  <lj user=jacquez>, <lj user=tardis>, <lj user=firimari>, Seth, and too many more to list, were frequenntly involved.  Steve and I didn&#8217;t have many such moments, but I&#8217;m still keeping him on the official bf list.  Somehow, he seems to belong there.  <\/p>\n<p>So, what does &#8220;boyfriend&#8221; mean to me?  It&#8217;s not exclusivity, though that may be attached.  It&#8217;s not sex, though that damn well better be attached.  It&#8217;s love and commitment.  It&#8217;s something hard to build, hard to maintain, and hard to let go.  I&#8217;ve been very fortunate in the ones I&#8217;ve had so far, and I hope for similar good fortune in my future.  <\/p>\n<p>*=I also hope someone got the goldilocks and the three bears reference.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Someone&#8217;s looking in MY old posts&#8230; Hope they weren&#8217;t too boring*. But he made a comment on a post from nearly three years ago, just as I was leaving for SF, that inspired some verbosity. I was going to make a comment, but decided to make a post, &#8216;cuz some of ya&#8217;s weren&#8217;t around then, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/?p=1267\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;the special status of the word &#8220;boyfriend&#8221;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1267","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1267","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1267"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1267\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cheerfulchaotic.crazycrew.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}