Envy

I sat at the bar. Ten seats away sat a woman with whom I had made out, one time. I hadn’t seen her in the months since that one time. Several men surrounded her, clamoring for her attention. Jealousy surged…

I sat at the bar. It had been a long day. As I wrote in my notebook, the Olympics silently on the TV above my head, a beautiful woman, 25 or so, sat to my right. She seemed to know…

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

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

There are devotees of The Ethical Slut who are militantly opposed to dishonesty anywhere in or among relationships among the poly world. There’s often a judginess that accompanies this that rubs me wrong. I wrote, almost three years ago, about…

But not with me. L, you may recall, was the impetus behind this blog. When I first started writing it, she and I were something of an item. That was almost exactly three years ago. In the time since then,…

“There is no such thing as sexual competition, there is only the continual coming to terms with the fact that one can never be someone else…. Our rivals are merely other people. They are helpless, like us, because they only…

I like women. A lot. Maybe too much. I like seeing them, discovering them, talking to them, getting to know them, looking at them, touching them, feeling them touch me, using them sexually, giving them pleasure, taking pleasure from them.…

Last night, T had a date. I stayed home, cooked dinner, did chores, hung out with our son, read (Can Love Last, by Stephen Mitchell – I’m reading it for the second time), meditated, and fell asleep. As I meditated,…

“Jealousy” is what I feel when someone – someone whom I fear I may lose – wants something other than me (and thus exposes me to the fear that I may lose her or him).  “Envy” is what I feel…