Three Imaginary Girls

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{Let Rachel Flotard of Visqueen take the sting out of your heart. Send your love advice questions her way at [email protected].}

Dear Rachel,

Polyamory. The past 10 people who have contacted me via online dating sites have said they are "poly." It's kind of like "swingers" from the 70s, but with a sense of entitlement attached to it rather than risque naughtiness. What the fuck?



PS – Why do I only seem to attract those people?


YIKES. The Polys. Have you called tech support? Have you called the Polyce? Maybe you have some All-Skate button clicked and don’t know it.

Seriously, I'm not chuckin stones through that Billy Joel album, no way. Live and let live, brother. HOWEVER, I’m also not jiving down the street shooting finger guns with a Mike Brady afro looking for my next pack of partners.

Just like dickies and legwarmers got shit for being themselves, so do the Polys. Bless those little multi-taskers if they can make it work. For that matter, mad priz-ops to anyone who can make themselves and a gaggle of other people happy at the same time.

Appreciate positivity of the Poly, but maybe explicitly list yourself as a one-person woman. And if your dating site has you posted otherwise, tell them to go “FAQ” themselves.


{When she's not providing solace for the lovelorn, Rachel can be seen and heard playing for her band, Visqueen. But don't let that intimidate you! Send your love woes her way.}