Hey. It's been a while, hasn't it?
The last eight months have been transformative, but in the smallest ways and largest ways. They’ve snowballed into a million things. It’s almost ironic that it’s been slightly bookended by the suspension of my main account @bygabriellesmith.
That’s right. If you haven’t noticed (and I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t, because I've been shadowbanned!) my main account has been suspended by Instagram. The charge? “Human exploitation”. This just speaks to larger cultural issues around sex positivity, non-monogamy and how shitty legislation trickles down into censorship. We’ll talk about that soon, at some point. For now, keep up with me @whygabriellesmith until this issue is resolved. I intend to keep the account regardless, and may use it as a more candid, and less polished extension of my thoughts.
I’m still trying to figure out what I do have space for, but I very much still desire to have this platform to connect with you all! My current goal is for Selectively Slutty to now come out twice a month. So send in your questions! I'm excited to be back.
Non-monogamy educator & sex/relationship writer
Hey guys! Amidst a lot of life changes (once more!), I'm returning back to dedicating a lot of time to content creation. In the pursuit of that, Selectively Slutty is moving to Patreon! And you can still subscribe for free. (Or, you know, you can become a Patron for as low as $5/mo. There, you'll have access to my close friends list, weekly video/writing and Patron Q&As!) I'll be sharing free content monthly, with some occasional bonus material (videos, writing and maybe even a worksheet!)....
Read this if you wonder why Black folks need safe spaces—even at play parties. cw: racism In the small space of time between the turning of the leaves and the surge of the Omicron variant, I managed to attend a sex party. I went with my anchor partner, Alex, which made the experience feel like we’d come full-circle. The first time we had attended this specific party, we had been together for about three weeks. I’d been back in New York for about two months, and I was still living with my...
I told someone I’m dating that two of my partners were going to meet. He asked me if I was nervous. Interestingly, that thought hadn’t really crossed my mind. I’ve been functionally practicing kitchen table polyamory for almost three years. And my polycule is so kitchen table. I literally got a drink with my boyfriend’s wife last night—yes, without him. And no, we didn’t spend the whole time talking about him. We mostly laughed about how we showed up in the same outfit. I’ve dubbed it the...