Jealousy

The perils of being a slut who writes about it: everyone feels special to me, but the blog makes everyone look the same.

I want to be everything to everyone, and when I’m not, it stings in ways that reason can’t touch.

It’s not the fear of losing her. It’s the fear of being rendered worthless by whoever I lose her to.

Some things are best worked out in private, even by a guy with a sex blog.

Life isn’t fair, my grandmother reminded me. In this dissolute life, I’d rather it be interesting.

Jealousy, envy, and the fear of being superfluous.

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

She fucked thousands of men without a second thought, then was destroyed by her husband’s few affairs. I know the feeling.