Envy

Ten seats away, a woman I’d once made out with was surrounded by men — and jealousy surged through me with an intensity wildly disproportionate to reality. Turns out, she wasn’t even the right woman.

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.

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.

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.

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

Adam Phillips, on the futility of sexual jealousy.

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

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

Jealousy, envy, and the fear of being superfluous.