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What HBO’s New Documentary Gets Wrong About Open Relationships​

I’ve been in a nonmonogamous relationship for six years, and I’m tired of movies like There’s No “I” in Threesome.

BY MIKALA JAMISON
FEB 19, 2021 12:41 PM

This article contains spoilers for There Is No “I” in Threesome.
A few minutes into the HBO Max documentary There Is No “I” in Threesome, director, narrator, and central character Jan Oliver “Ollie” Lucks describes the parameters of the open relationship “experiment” he and his fiancée, Zoe, are trying in the year leading up to their wedding.
“We’re mostly committed to each other,” Lucks says. “We’re allowed to cheat.”

With a single word—cheat—the documentary’s audience is split in two. Some viewers will chuckle at the couple’s foolishness and ready themselves for the familiar story: Two people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing flail their way through a weird, crazy little adventure until they inevitably break each other’s hearts. But for people who’ve experienced the happiness of an open relationship, Lucks’ choice of words reveals a woeful ignorance of what it takes to make those relationships work. “It’s not ‘cheating,’ it’s consensual nonmonogamy,” we yell at the screen. “The word ‘consensual’ is right there!”

Anyone who isn’t some kind of mad scientist-slash-tourist playing around in the world of nonmonogamy is left to clunk their head on the coffee table.
No “I,” which premiered on HBO just in time for Valentine’s Day, squanders the opportunity to produce a documentary that could have helped people understand nonmonogamy, the forms it can take, and its inherent challenges, in favor of what Ollie calls his “selfie film,” complete with a splashy final-act twist. While some open relationships implode—you know, just like some monogamous ones—yet another portrayal of messy nonmonogamy only reinforces the notion that this style of relationship is necessarily doomed from the start.

Consensually nonmonogamous people who like to talk about their relationships—and oh, do we—will say that these arrangements depend on regular, specific, clear communication about terms, boundaries, and feelings. Ollie and Zoe fail spectacularly to communicate not only with each other, but to the audience.

Ollie says one of the “rules” of the experiment is that he and Zoe, both bisexual, will only hook up with same-sex partners. But whoops, Zoe replies, she already broke that rule by sleeping with a man. Later, Ollie is dating and sleeping with a woman. We don’t see them discussing their rules, why they exist, why they might change, how they talk about the ones they’ve broken. Ollie’s narration adds no clarity.

Throughout the entire documentary, Ollie describes iterations of his and Zoe’s situation as “an open relationship,” or that they are “full-blown swingers” or “polyamorous,” or that they were in an open relationship but now they’re polyamorous. These are distinct terms under the consensual nonmonogamy umbrella, and even then one couple might do things differently than another couple in a relationship with the same label. Ollie and Zoe would better serve their audience by breaking down what their ground rules are at any given time, but even they don’t seem to know.

While Ollie and Zoe are just kind of irritating—we’re treated to long sequences of them frolicking naked in fields; Ollie waxes poetic about how he loves Zoe for being such an “adult,” because she soaks her oats overnight—what’s hardest to watch is how they’re hurting each other because they don’t communicate with specificity or empathy, or even agree why they’re doing this in the first place. Ollie is obviously uncomfortable and pained when Zoe starts developing serious feelings for a man named Tom, but Zoe relentlessly tells Ollie how funny Tom is, or how she wants to send a Tom a picture of her breast that Ollie took, all while Ollie seems to be cracking under the weight of his jealousy. Nonmonogamous people experience jealousy, of course, but there’s typically an expectation that couples will talk it through, consider the origins and effects of that jealousy, and decide whether any relationship outside theirs is ultimately harmful to any party. We don’t see Ollie and Zoe do any of that.

Why, of all the consensually nonmonogamous relationships in all the towns in all the world, did HBO produce the story of this one? Turns out that while the story of Ollie and Zoe is real, this isn’t it. Zoe, Tom, and the other non-Ollie characters are played by actors, and the film is a re-creation of Ollie’s experience with the real Zoe (whose name is not actually Zoe). Ollie and Real Zoe did try an open relationship and were documenting it, and Real Zoe really did end their relationship to be with another man, but what we see on screen here is not a documentary of an experiment in real time so much as Ollie’s on-screen memoir, starring himself.

The documentary reels us in with a titillating poster and the promise of a peek into the lives of those crazy kids and their ethical sluttiness, but it was never really about the nuances and logistics of open relationships at all. The open relationship “experiment” gets pushed aside by the shock of the faux-documentary reveal, and anyone who isn’t some kind of mad scientist-slash-tourist playing around in the world of nonmonogamy is left to clunk their head on the coffee table.

I’ve been in an open relationship for six years, the entire time I’ve been with my significant other, and I have a hard time thinking of any TV shows or movies that really sink their teeth into consensual nonmonogamy in a three-dimensional way that offers the kind of insight, understanding, or potential words of advice I would have wanted when I entered into it myself.

I don’t want media that only shows open relationships that work; I just want media that’s invested in seriously understanding or portraying all forms of consensual nonmonogamy, not just using it as a seductive hook for a movie that’s more shock than substance.

People get into open relationships for all kinds of reasons, some deeper than others. In mine, we enjoy flirting with, dating, and hooking up with other people while we’re still young, cute, and have the energy, but we’ve also gained a deeper trust and bond than we’ve had before. We explore different parts of ourselves together and apart, we see each other as even more attractive through other people’s eyes, and we have new experiences that we talk about with honesty and vulnerability.

But being consensually nonmonogamous isn’t always about what you get—for some people, it just works. It feels like their default setting, just as monogamy is for others.

Ollie says he learned that an open relationship just wasn’t right for him. That’s fine. They’re not for everyone. But there are tells all over the film that suggest why that might particularly be the case for Ollie. For one, successful relationships, open relationships included, are founded on trust and transparency, yet his entire documentary is founded in misdirection. At one point, Ollie and Zoe talk with Tom about documentary filmmaking. Ollie says he “cares more” about his documentaries when he’s in them, when he’s the subject. It’s hard to miss that at the points in his life when he tried his open relationship experiment and then made this movie, Ollie just might have cared more about his own story than making the relationship work.

But I keep thinking about his words at the beginning of the movie: “We’re mostly committed to each other.” I can’t see how any relationship, monogamous or not, can work if both partners aren’t all-in. You have to be entirely committed to trying to make it work with each other, to protecting each other’s feelings, to respecting terms and boundaries. In the case of this film, an experiment within an experiment, the subjects seemed more committed to shock than anything else.


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Bullshit. From what I've observed both in online communities and people I know, most if not everyone involved in things like open relationships and polyamory isn't satisfied by "consent". They're always selfish, lack self-control and are much more attracted to the forbidden and to violation of boundaries than normal people.

They're the kind of people that, if their partner tells them "ok, you might date anyone you'd like except for my mom and you need to use protection", they will 100% rawdog their partner's mom.
 
I feel the same way about open relationships as I do about a lot of other things: It's a free country and I don't want to make it illegal for degenerates to be degenerate in the privacy of their own homes, but I wish they'd shut the fuck up about it and stop trying to make it mainstream.

Maybe people would make less fun of it if every polycule or swingers club was filled with hotties. Most of them look like they met at a family reunion.
 
Being in a "poly" or "open relationship" just means you don't have enough maturity or commitment for a real one.
 
I feel the same way about open relationships as I do about a lot of other things: It's a free country and I don't want to make it illegal for degenerates to be degenerate in the privacy of their own homes, but I wish they'd shut the fuck up about it and stop trying to make it mainstream.

Maybe people would make less fun of it if every polycule or swingers club was filled with hotties. Most of them look like they met at a family reunion.
I used to think that way back in the nineties. Be gay, dress in women's clothes, cut your tits off, it doesn't affect me.


Now in the last ten years we've seen that tolerance isn't sufficient for them, they want your active agreement, your support and fuck, even for you to be willing to forgo your own preferences sexually on order to satisfy theirs.


No more.
 
Consensually nonmonogamous people who like to talk about their relationships—and oh, do we
So close to self awareness and yet so far.

I don't care who you fuck or have a relationship with if they're consenting. I just don't need to hear about it or hear about your relationship drama surrounding that and the fact that you collect STD's like they're frequent flier miles.

This just reminds me of the one Furry Convention chart showing how a single furry not giving a fuck and not using protection managed to spread disease so easily.
 
Any observations I've had on open/poly relationships has been one member being abused emotionally to maintain the rest in the gaggle if not just one person in it.
 
With all their talk about "feelings" and "communication" always had me looking at open relationships as a game for sociopaths and manipulators.
 
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But for people who’ve experienced the happiness of an open relationship, Lucks’ choice of words reveals a woeful ignorance of what it takes to make those relationships work. “It’s not ‘cheating,’ it’s consensual nonmonogamy,” we yell at the screen. “The word ‘consensual’ is right there!”
"I didn't lose! I merely failed to win!"
 
I used to think that way back in the nineties. Be gay, dress in women's clothes, cut your tits off, it doesn't affect me.


Now in the last ten years we've seen that tolerance isn't sufficient for them, they want your active agreement, your support and fuck, even for you to be willing to forgo your own preferences sexually on order to satisfy theirs.
The actual lesson is that we live in a society for as long as they exist in greater society, what they do-- inasmuch as it happens in the public, and even to an extent away from it-- very much has to do with you because you exist within said society.

Even more simply put: the only thing atomization does is blind you to the world around you, not shield you from its effects.
 
Why, of all the consensually nonmonogamous relationships in all the towns in all the world, did HBO produce the story of this one? Turns out that while the story of Ollie and Zoe is real, this isn’t it. Zoe, Tom, and the other non-Ollie characters are played by actors, and the film is a re-creation of Ollie’s experience with the real Zoe (whose name is not actually Zoe). Ollie and Real Zoe did try an open relationship and were documenting it, and Real Zoe really did end their relationship to be with another man, but what we see on screen here is not a documentary of an experiment in real time so much as Ollie’s on-screen memoir, starring himself.

So they let some insufferable hipster make a one-sided "documentary" about his tale of woe when he decided to let his partner fuck other dudes? Riveting, I'm sure.

HBO must be getting desperate for content.
 
Maybe people would make less fun of it if every polycule or swingers club was filled with hotties. Most of them look like they met at a family reunion.
That's why these things exist, though. The few successful polycules I've personally encountered were made up of people so unattractive or unpleasant that they had no option but to cling to each other in desperation, sometimes for years. Rock bottom self-esteem seems to help, too.
 
The only poly people I know are all socially maladjusted losers. One is an adult baby fetishist with BPD who was diddled as a kid. I don't think any normal, mentally well adjusted people are poly, and that's proof enough for me that it's degenerate and to be avoided.

Also, with every knew shitty series that comes out on streaming services, I feel even more vindicated for not paying for them or keeping up with current media.
 
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