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Vignette #7: Hexagon
This
is a story of six lovers in a polyamorous circle. Not work-friendly.
It's fiction, just to give you an idea of how a love-positive community
might work:
Anara and Dirk were giggling. He had her tied,
spreadeagled, in the sand, lashed with four silk scarves to tent pegs
pounded into the beach, and he was teasing her with a feather and a
vibrator, and tickling her mercilessly. The youngest couple in their
beautiful hexagon, they were madly in love, with each other, with the
others in the hexagon, and with the stunning seaside cove where they
lived and loved together in the solar-powered yurt which resounded with
the roar of the surf, and adjoined the wilderness Redwood forest that
towered above it.
Nearby, Birgit and Eck sat crosslegged looking
at the idea sketches they'd put together for the upcoming Open Space
event they were organizing. This was the business that financed the
hexagon's simple but idyllic way of life. They were debating the
Invitation wording for the event, and exchanged kisses tenderly in the
spaces of their conversation. Birgit had her hand curved protectively
around Anara's immobilized one, tightening her grip each time Anara
groaned and strained against her bonds. As they completed their work
they got caught up in the playful lovemaking of the younger couple, and
soon the four of them were writhing and laughing together in a tangle
of bodies, caressing each other affectionately as their passion for
each other rose.
Cat and Franz, the founders of the hexagon,
turned and smiled at their moaning friends. They were debating what
they would say when they went to an upcoming symposium, down the coast,
on Natural Economy. Their hexagon was considered a model for
intentional community, but the symposium facilitators wanted to know
how it could 'scale' into a nationwide, collaborative network of
communities, to create a whole new economy based on love, conversation
and self-sufficient community. They were not to be as easily distracted
from their intense debate as their younger partners, but they laughed
with delight at the pleasure the others were giving each other.
Now
Anara and Dirk were moving together as if they were a single body, an
insatiable machine of bliss, feeding on itself. They couldn't keep
their hands off each other, as again and again the unquenchable joy
they drew from each other's exquisite touch took them ever-higher.
Beside them, Birgit and Eck sucked each other languorously, gently,
their pleasure for each other roused by the sounds of ecstasy and the
smell of raw lust of the young couple beside them. Each couple brushed
the limbs and bodies of the others from time to time, asserting their
four-way connection and love for each other.
Finally, Anara and
Dirk collapsed, exhausted, their sweat-soaked bodies wrapped up in each
other's arms. They watched Birgit and Eck taking their time, building
slowly, smiling and chatting with them in low, delighted voices. Compersion.
Taking pleasure from the joy that those they loved received in the
company of other lovers, in their astonishing little community of six.
That was the glue that made it all work, extinguished the jealousy and
possessiveness that wracked the society outside. An abundance of love
instead of a scarcity. Cat and Franz were debating whether to talk
about compersion or stick to the 'purely economic' factors of Natural
Economy. But how could you separate them? Love was what the community
was all about, and its economic viability was incidental, merely
intentional to everything that made the hexagon what it was. They made
the economics work because it was needed to sustain the love in community. Love was the purpose for everything.
As
Birgit and Eck climaxed and then spooned together, the group became
quiet. Anara and Dirk were practicing yoga poses, and then slipped into
giving each other ayurvedic massage. Birgit rose slowly and then
reached a hand down to Dirk, drawing him up and kissing him. It was
their turn to tend the hexagon's lovely organic garden, and they
climbed up from the beach toward the yurt to get their tools and
supplies. Eck took Dirk's place spooned behind Anara, and the two spoke
together about what they would make for dinner. Just as Eck was about
to fall asleep, the indefatigable Anara turned over and pushed him on
his back, straddling him and lowering herself onto him. They made love
slowly, still chatting about ingredients and recipes for the communal
meal.
Meanwhile Cat and Franz were getting more and more
animated about the symposium. If they were the model, Cat insisted,
they needed more time on the agenda, and they had to show the attendees
what their community was about. Franz said that most would not be
ready, and that they should just use the time to reach people who were
ready, with a simple and straightforward message. Compersion.
Without learning that, without an absolute abundance of love, the
Natural Economy wouldn't stand a chance. That, Franz said, would be
their message, to be repeated until everyone knew how serious this was.
They
rehearsed their story for an hour, tweaking it until it was like a
song, a duet they would 'sing' to their audience. They were still
working intently at this story when Birgit and Dirk returned from the
communal garden, still hand in hand, parts of their ever-naked bodies
caked with dirt. They made fun of the hexagon's founding couple for
working too hard, and when Cat and Franz continued to natter about the
symposium Birgit lay down in Franz's lap and took him into her mouth,
while Dirk slid behind the cross-legged Cat and began to caress her
breasts, kissing her neck and sliding his hand down between her legs.
They played like that for awhile until Birgit pushed Franz's head down
to replace Dirk's probing fingers between Cat's legs, and soon the four
of them became a daisy chain, slowly building to one more explosion of
passion.
As Eck dozed behind her, Anara watched the foursome
and smiled. Soon their hexagon would be a heptagon, she thought, as she
rubbed her slightly swollen belly and imagined the six of them,
immersed with her in the birthing tub, in a few months when she would
open herself and bring a baby, the community's
baby, into their loving world. She had no idea which of her three male
lovers was the father, and when she announced her pregnancy she was
delighted that none of them cared. They would all bring their lovely
baby up together, and this child, surrounded from birth by love's
abundance, would found her own loving community, another model, showing
the world a better way to live. For this child and those like her, at
last, compersion would not be a struggle of re-learning, but rather,
simply, the only life they'd know.
Image: A yurt in Big Sur
California.. And a note to readers: This story is not meant to suggest
that erotic love is any more important than emotional love,
intellectual love, or aesthetic/sensual love, in a polyamorous
community. But for many, it is the erotic love that is the
stress-point, the deal-breaker, in the re-learning of a polyamorous way
to live. So I've concentrated on the erotic aspect here. Otherwise it
wouldn't have been a short story, but rather a novel.
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© Copyright 2008 Dave Pollard.
Last update: 10/03/2008; 9:31:56 PM.
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