Marriage

What I really missed wasn’t sex — it was seduction.

Acceptance has gotten me further than communication or compromise ever did.

Letting go of L, and envying her ability to let go of me.

Love is hard when four people are involved and only three of them are fine with it.

T and I find ourselves with rare, kid-free hours, and spend them in a tangle of laptops, oral sex, emailed fantasies, and the complicated arithmetic of compersion.

There’s a tendency to imagine some objective standard of ethical behavior against which we should measure others. I’m not buying it.

Noms de whatever: the evolution from hiding behind “Grey” to being liberated by “N. Likes.”

Sex is best when we use one another ruthlessly, and that’s precisely why it’s so hard with the people we love most.

A night out with a new couple gets off to an inauspicious start.

Liza asks the question this blog can never fully answer: how do you get from twelve years of secret cheating to a healthy open marriage with the same woman?