1. Oct 31, 2012 4:55pm

    Hurricane Binges

    Has anyone else been eating through their hurricane rations like you’re Takeru Kobayashi? I haven’t even lost power, so my refrigerator is perfectly capable of preserving food, but I’ve convinced myself that everything will go bad if I don’t eat it right now. Since Monday morning I’ve had an entire bag of cheese and caramel popcorn, two candy apples, one regular apple, queso dip and chips, steak, stuffing, a giant bag of edamame, bacon, eggs, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, some BBQ Fritos, s’mores, a raspberry bar, and a white chocolate Kit Kat. And I’m probably forgetting stuff that was less delicious. I’ve been mindlessly grazing. I don’t even like Fritos! 

    Having lost cable and Internet access for about 20 hours, I also binged on a TV show I had hard copies of called Polyamory: Married and Dating. Completely obsessed. I’m late to the game on it, as it’s already ended its run on Showtime. It’s about people in polyamorous relationships (a threesome and a foursome) who say the word “lover” unironically all the time. While they insist that polyamory is simply just “love without limits,” the majority of the show is them talking about all the arbitrary rules they’ve instilled in the relationships. It’s so good. It’s like if Waiting for Guffman were about orgies instead of community theater.

    The first thing I did when my Internet came back on was Google the cast. From Kamala’s bio on her website:

    After a spontaneous sexual awakening, she began back-packing through SouthEast Asia, Europe and China. She found home in the arms of her beloved, Michael, when she met him at a Valentines puja (tantric ritual)  in San Diego. Together with a few key lovers they became the original architects of the San Diego Tantra and Polyamory Community. They provide events and educational resources for thousands of friends and lovers around the world.

    Together they took a tantric pilgrimage to South India to study goddess worship from a Guru who channels Kali. The 2004 Sumatran Tsunami struck the very beaches where they were at the exact moment their airplane lifted off. Thus Kamala Devi came home pregnant with her first novel called “Don’t Drink the Punch: An Adventure in Tantra.”  

    Michael bought a 60 year old house by the beach and converted it into an eco-friendly temple where they home-birthed their son Devin Echo McClure. Devin is currently 5 years old, bilingual, and happy to be raised within a polyamorous family with live-in lovers: Jen and Tahl. They are also dating about a dozen lovers which Kamala Devi lovingly calls her Pod. 

    They’re the exact kind of flakes that Woody Allen thinks populates most of California. I highly recommend a marathon of this if you’re trapped in your home this week.

    Image via Jeffrey Turner/Flickr.

     
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