Marin was in love with Teddy, madly so. And yet. As Chappell Roan topped the charts, princess of her queer Midwestern heart, she felt a longing she couldnât shake. Marin and Teddy lived in Manhattan, in an expensive high-rise that made her feel like a princess in a tower, but she knew, across the bridge, in ever-growing sapphic bars and clubs, that chaos was afoot. A would-you-rather question her sister Violet posed to her as a child, when their shared favorite food was hot dogsâsloppy, sauced, like the ones Teddy ordered at Envy Bar: Would you rather only eat hot dogs for the rest of your life? Or â here Violet would laugh â you can eat anything on Godâs green earth, but never hot dogs again? This question tormented her as a child, the pressure to choose. Now, past thirty, she saw the beauty of her bisexuality: she didnât have to.
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It took several years to raise the desire to Teddy. Sheâd wanted to settle into the relationship after the rollercoaster that brought them there. How long sheâd waited for this: the stability of waking up in his arms, his devotion unceasing, like the sun. She would be greedy, she feared, to ask for more. But Teddyâs love was ever-growing. He always had more to give.Â
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âIâve never been in love with a woman,â she told him one day. âI mean, Iâve never been in love with anyone, besides you. But still.âÂ
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Teddy was hesitant whenever Marin brought up her bisexuality. She didnât blame him. He was an Iowa boy, corn-fed and straight as a picket fence post. Sheâd slept with and kissed women goodbye, sure, and tried to stay involved in the queer community: posting selfies on Bisexual Day of Visibility, donating to the Go Fund Meâs for gender-affirming surgeries that cross her feed. (It was the least she could do, sheâd suspected, working in VC, and buoyed by two corporate salaries.) She and Teddy listened to Kehlani and Kali Uchis when they made love, sapphic voices the soundtrack of her sensual life. She felt secure in her sexuality, but sometimes she felt melancholy, as if looking at a subway she had missed.Â
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âWhat are you proposing,â Teddy said. âTo open our relationship?â
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âNo, no,â said Marin. What she wanted: a threesome. She kissed him in reassurance. Teddy said, âAre you sure you want me there?â And she loved him then, how deeply he cared for her, that heâd willingly step aside to let her have her moment. She meant it when she told him, âEvery experience I have, I want to have with you.â
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She didnât mention the threesome for a while. She wanted Teddy to grow accustomed to the idea. But then Gabby, her old on-and-off lover, whose embrace had warmed her through lonely years, quite literally filling Teddyâs space in her heart, texted. Gabby had since moved to Los Angeles, where sheâd successfully managed the campaign of the most socialist mayoral candidate the city had seen. Marin had watched proudly from afar as Gabbyâs profile rose. She imagined all the orgasms sheâd given Gabby powering her, like caffeine, through the career trenches of their twenties. Gabby had written: âBack in the city for a week. Just a little victory lap, but would love to see you. Rooting for you and Teddy!â
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âYouâd have to be intentional with it,â her therapist, Jessica, told her. âThere are two hearts to protect. Three, including yours.â Jessica was the one to talk it out with her, to process how she would protect Teddyâs heart (by reassuring him he wasnât an intruder) as well as honor Gabbyâs (by centering her pleasure.) There was a fetishizing trope, Marin knew, of women with boyfriends seeking a female third for the novelty. But she had years of trust built up with Gabby, who was single, and importantly, hot as hell. Long ago, she knew, Teddy had viewed Gabby as the second-hottest woman in the room. This intimacy, she suspected, would help whip up the perfect storm. âAnd my heart?â Marin said, and Jessica said, âI think yours will only grow.âÂ
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âLet us take you out for dinner,â Marin texted Gabby back, after consulting Teddy. âLet us celebrate your win.â And they sent Gabby a voice memo so that sheâd understand exactly how they meant.Â
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The logistics of the threesome were, bizarrely, part of the eroticism. All three of them were high-powered career people: they loved a group project, moving parts. They did, at this point, each have assistants, but Marin nonetheless sent Gabby a cheeky G-cal dinner appointment, blocked directly onto her personal calendar. Marin and Teddy spent quite a while choosing the restaurant to take Gabby. âWhat kind of place does she usually like?â Teddy asked sweetly. Marinâs cheeks flushed, realizing she had barely taken Gabby on an actual date. But here was her chance to treat Gabby well. To wine and dine her, without the pressure sheâd felt earlier, to be the partner she couldnât be. âSushi,â she said, remembering Gabbyâs extravagant takeout orders. But life was long â in her third decade on earth, new possibilities unfolded before her. Third time, she suspected, might be the charm.