They’re Having A Cultural Moment

Solo polyamorous?
Ah, but Mr James, our “relationship anarchist,” regards any intimate relationship, were he to actually have one, theoretically, as being “no more important” than any other kind of relationship – say, with friends, colleagues, fellow bus passengers, etc. Because these things are, we’re told, “the same.” And somehow, amazingly, this chap isn’t surrounded by adoring, devoted women (or indeed devoted men) and instead remains single. And spends his evenings defining himself.
I’m reminded of Laurie Penny, who boasted that, being so radically polyamorous, any suitors she might have are of no more importance than her collection of books.

29-year-old Calum James, who identifies as a heteroflexible pansexual solo polyamorous relationship anarchist.
That’s an awfully long-winded way of saying “pretentious wanker”.

solo polyamorous
Ambidextrous.

No idea what that little snippet means but the inclusion of solo makes it sound like he can’t get laid.

At some point, these people will wake up one morning and realize they’re 50+ years old and are likely to die alone. Will The Guardian be coming around to do the “These People Discovered There’s No Such Thing as Perpetual Adolescence” follow-ups?

solo polyamorous relationship anarchist.
Talk about fishing without bait…

That’s the thing, I suppose…you’d do well to avoid…
The world should be grateful to the polys. The more partners entwined together in a melange of disordered personalities, the less there are hanging about waiting to screw up people who want normal relationships.

“What I love about polyamory is that I’m my own person and no one owns me. I don’t own any of you, either. We’re all free.”
Pretentious bullsh*t that was old in the 1960’s.

I swear, the Graun (or any number of online “publications”) reminds me of the old adverts for a brand of cassette tapes: “Is it live, or is it Memorex?” Except in these cases, it’s more like, “Is this real, or is it a Poe?”
(Starting to feel old now, for some reason. I’ll just have another drink, barman.)

Slides bizarrely elaborate cocktail along bar, followed by a curly straw
Good thing this establishment isn’t in California, or our proprietor would be in the dock already.

who identifies as a heteroflexible pansexual solo polyamorous relationship anarchist.
But in fact his true identity is me me me me me me.

Or “James is insecure and indecisive. He has trouble settling down in a secure relationship with persons of the opposite sex. He lacks self-insight and uses intellectualization to hide from his anxieties.”

“I’ve had people saying to me, ‘You just want to fuck about!’”
And they would be right!

You: Not important.
The claims of uniquely deep and meaningful relationships, supposedly arrived at via polyamory, don’t sit terribly well with the signature narcissism and selfishness, or the simultaneous claims of being “free” from conventional intimacies, which are, we’re told, burdensome and “no more important” than relationships with workmates or neighbours.
It sounds like a repertoire of shifting rationalisations.

Good thing this establishment isn’t in California, or our proprietor would be in the dock already
Oh, banning straws in the US is so last month.
This month the insane group-think zealot crowd is trying to ban Brett Kavanaugh.

The claims of uniquely deep and meaningful relationships, supposedly arrived at via polyamory, don’t sit terribly well with the signature narcissism and selfishness
As a general rule, if you tune out what people say and pay attention to what they actually do, you won’t be distracted by their excuses and rationalizations.

I’m with Daniel on this one. Watch what they do. What they say isn’t any guide at all.
I’ve got a friend that votes Green, but flies around the world every year. It’s no use arguing with him about it — his conscience is clear.

This one’s on me.
One crushed ice and Night Nurse coming up.

‘Away from the footy field and on the handball court, Mouncey said, she is just like everyone else.’
Somewhat related, although Mr Mouncey isn’t like everybody else. Being 6 2 and 100kgs on the footy field with petite young lasses sort of makes you stand out on the ground. So much so that Mr Mouncey was ruled ineligible for the women’s football. Back to handball for Mr Mouncey. With the ladies of course.
https://www.google.com.au/amp/amp.abc.net.au/article/9801956