A week ago, I received a comment on an old post that I wrote about a horror movie that, hopefully, never saw the light of day. Called Throuple, it was some sort of scatter-brained, too-long-trailored film on three gay men living together and dating eachother.
The comment was a link to something even more horrifying: a documentary about an actual Throuple.
UPDATE: Apparently hypocrite, gay sex slave master Justin runs a blog where he documents his unfair relationship for all of our reading displeasure. Want to follow his antics? Check out Throuple Life.
Full disclosure: I, myself, was part of a Throuple for over 9 months. While it didn't work out, I am now best friends with the two former members of the trio. I can tell you this: our Throuple didn't work quite like this.
PS: You can skip the first 3.5 minutes of the first part, it's just an (artfully done) montage of dinner preparation.
It pains me to share a name with the guy who seems to be the master of this triplet. He lords over them with an iron fist, granting himself the permission to sleep with whomever he wants, while his longterm boyfriend isn't allowed to whatsoever as look at another guy.
And how did this Throuple come about? When the guy with my name started fucking another guy quasi-regularly (while not letting his then-b/f have his own fun with other guys). The video is thoroughly awkward and it makes me wonder: who could be in a relationship like this?
My former Throuple, while rife with difficulties and challenges, was certainly nothing like this.
It's painful, and I pray for the liberation of the other two members. It's like a scene in the horror movie where you see the killer coming after the buxom blonde, but you can't let her know because you're seeing it on TV, or you're tied down somewhere.
GET OUT! GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN.