Boys who like girls, girls who like boys, boys who like boys, girls who like girls, boys who like girls and boys, girls who like boys and girls, boys who like girls and then boys, girls who like boys and then girls and then boys and then girls and then boys. All fine, any-problem-with-any-of-it-is-your-problem, et cetera. I'll confess that I don't really get the whole polyamory or polyfi movements, but different strokes for different folks, let sleeping-shifting-configurations-of-dogs-of-both-sexes lie, whatever. I've had a couple different friends tell me anecdotes that would seem to suggest their having crossed traditional boundaries of physical propriety with their pets, and, lo, did these make me squirm, but I figure that given the continual converge of the way we talk about pets and people they'll eventually seem like pioneers and I'll seem old-fashioned.
Still, anyway, not to sound prudish, um, but: what's the deal with various women I know suddenly hooking up with their bicycles? (here and here) At first I thought they were just being metaphorical or something. Do people just see a particularly sultry sprocket one day, or an oh-so-alluring derailleur, and suddenly their passions switch gears from one sense of bipedal to another? Will Martine be next? Will she break off her budding courtship with that ATM first? And, what does it say about me that I seem to have left my own bicycle alone in pieces for months in a dank basement?