I am a polyamorous, pansexual, swinger and I write about my life in and out the Lifestyle.
BBW. Polyamorous. Angry Hippie. Sex Enthusiast and Blogger.
Follow me at krystakurvespolylife.com
Trista Kay and Hans Von Hans
Let’s hop into our time machine and visit Spring of 2017. At this point, Jay and I have joined a swinger’s group for those of us who are on the heavier side of things and those who love BBW and BHM. We are going to refer to this particular group as Heavy Heaven. We were about two years into our swinging mishaps at that point (there will be future blogs chronicling the disasters we had endured thus far) and were ready to try a party.
Some people are very private. The last thing they want on the internet is their nudes and personal details about their sex lives. I am most definitely not one of those people. Let me take you back to 1999 when a show debuted on Comedy Central called The Man Show. Now please keep in mind that the reason that ten-year-old me was watching this is a conversation for another time and place, probably at my shrinks, but I digress. They had beautiful, scantily clad women on this show called Juggies. My favorite part was at the end of the show when the Juggies would adorn bikinis and jump on a trampoline. I was in awe. From that day on I had a dream. I would grow up to someday become a Juggy on The Man Show.
Jay and I Fall in Love Part I
My story could not even truly start without my husband. So, let me lay the groundwork. Like so many other things in my life, our start was a little non-traditional and possibly controversial. I met my future husband through my dad. They were good friends and used to go to the bar and sing karaoke together. My dad, who was also my best friend at the time, would come home from a night out and he would tell me, “Krysta, you have to meet this Jay guy. You are going to love him!” He had no idea how right he was going to be. Or then again maybe he did?
Welcome to the Stage Setting
I am always waiting for the next part of my life to start. I turned thirty last year and something about that number got me looking at my life. When is that elusive “someday” going to be here? What have I been waiting on?
Jay and I Fall in Love Part II
In the time between deciding to cut them out of my life and turning eighteen, there were countless times that I thought I would see a glimpse of Jay somewhere and I would be devasted all over again. I even tried calling his old phone number to see if it was still his. When we would drive past where he lived when we last spoke, I would try to catch him in the yard or walking to his car. These were the glory days of Myspace and the very beginning of the Facebook world take over and I had not had the internet since Dad had died so I was clueless on where to look next. I saw his sister twice, but I was way too nervous to say anything to her.