Lynne,
Forgive my delay in responding, but the art season has begun and much of my social time is now occupied by art openings and art events.
You wrote, "If I could find one man to share my life with, I would never look for another relationship or man again." I hear this again and again. Dr. Sophronia has been saying this for over 40 years, yet she never finds that "one man," and continues to date more than one.
I realize how ingrained the idea of monogamy is for women raised in a culture where monogamy is considered the only option permitted women. At what point can a woman finally admit there will never be "one man" that satisfies all her needs? At what point can a woman admit that dating more than one man actually appeals to her? At what point can a woman finally admit to herself she is poly?
You wrote, "I am very interested in pursuing this subject. It is giving me the opportunity to take a look at myself in a way I have never done before." If you look at polyamory social sites, you'll find meetings where you can talk to other women coming to accept a poly lifestyle. There's a group that meets in Philadelphia: http://polyamory.meetup.com/369/; that's not too far from you, so you might consider attending one of their meetings. Alternatively you might try "lurking," i.e. join the group and just follow the discussions on their message forum.
To answer your question about my name, you might look at my website www.Flash-Light.net and observe that almost all of my art work flashes. This reflects my interest in the dimension of time in art.
At one time I opened my studio (which was then in Greenwich Village) to the public. In order to advertise it, I would wear an animated sandwich board sign and walk the streets of Greenwich Village on weekends. The sign ran on rechargeable batteries. Once the batteries ran down, I would return to my studio. People in the neighborhood got to know me, and would ask, "How are you doing?" I'd look down at my sign, and if the batteries still held a charge, I'd reply, "I'm still flashing." As a result, some took to calling me "Flash." Eventually I came to accept this name, much as native Americans take names that characterized themselves.
Polyandrously yours,
Flash
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