Polyamory is the romantic equivalent of urban-rental roommates, Friends, forever, a preemptive, sour-grapes rejection of the nuclear family, that fissile material throwing off ever more dangerous particles the faster it has decayed since women were forced into wage labor, and for the exact same reasons.

In polyamory both the men and the women get off on getting over on each other, on violating one another in a “safe space”—patriarchal misogyny meets retaliatory and likewise patriarchal misandry, and have a ball balling, because what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, and two wrongs make a right after all—and this mutual resentment, this mutual devaluation, is not only essential to the functioning of this sort of relationship, but perfectly expresses its meaning: capitalism can no longer offer growth at the economic level, which means that it can’t pay enough to support it at the personal level.
Growth Mindset
“Economic” growth is an illusion of the finance sector, like the stock price of Boeing or Tesla masking the rot at the core of those enterprises; like real wages declining, particularly against productivity, just around the time women were being forced into wage labor…

That financial illusion is paid for by an ever more egregious primitive accumulation: capital reaching ever deeper into our pockets and hitherto unexplored nooks and crannies of our lives and bodies, which we must mortgage in order to survive; to get just a little to live now, we promise to pay even more in the future, which we have already written off for us: we will never live for ourselves.
Capital has been “growing” at the expense of the reproduction of the world working class, i.e., the individual proletarians who are free to choose: free to choose what to do with their bodies, free to choose for whom to work, free to choose whether to work, free to choose to sleep under the bridge, free to choose whether to starve or to perform sex work, free to choose degradation and destruction, because so many of us are twisted and deformed from oppression, weak from malnourishment, and so many of us need care and nurturing, and too many of us can’t afford to pay for it, and you know we can’t afford the time to understand it, and too many of us can’t do it for one another, because far too many of us are not capable of loving one another, nor even of accepting love.
Where love is too much to ask, we accept support. Financial, certainly. But we can support one another in so many different ways. We can be crutches for one another. Or ladders. Jumpoffs and landing places. Elevators and holders-down. Weighted comfort blankets. Harnesses. Restraints.
This is not a cry for the return of the nuclear family. But understand that its destruction was not a liberation. It just left the home and the individuals within it totally exposed to commodity relations. Consider what needs to have happened, what destruction had to have occurred, in order for there to be a worldwide children’s psychological crisis because of social-media screen time.
Now is the time of monsters, and polyamory is one of their playpens. In polyamory, the political economy of malice has bred its emotional analogue in an emotional economy of resentment, and the game, in both cases, can only end in mutual destruction of the contenders. It’s time to flip the table.