Envy

We privilege jealousy over all other painful emotions, and we don’t even notice we’re doing it.

Jealousy, envy, and the fear of being superfluous.

T had a date. I stayed home, meditated, and sat with the ugly progression of emotions that followed.

My cock’s in Mary-Anne’s mouth, but my mind’s on Jeff. What’s that about?

Adam Phillips, on the futility of sexual jealousy.

The woman who inspired this blog is having an affair again — just not with me, and not the honest kind.

The ethics of openness, secrecy, and desire — and the icky feeling when someone else gets what you can’t have, precisely because they’re willing to be dishonest about it.

Apparently, this blog is NOT one of the 100 best sex blogs. At least according to one subjective ranking.

I watch a man improbably pick up a woman on the train, and am consumed by envy and rage.

A beautiful stranger and I share a connection at the bar, but she leaves with someone else. I’m envious, sort of, and I’m projecting, and I know it.