Melissa Broder

I began sneaking hints to him about my real feelings. I wondered if he could actually see us being together.

Our single friends say they are going to be alone for the rest of their lives and we tell them they are crazy. We tell them they are definitely going to find someone. But how do we know? We know nothing.

That’s not the clitoris: a love story.

The anxiety of the sexual act is my sexual act: a love story.

I’m always scared that every feeling is going to be permanent.

But if you really love yourself you probably aren’t reading this essay. So let’s take it slow

BRINGING A CHILD INTO THE world without its consent seems unethical.

Day one on earth I discovered how to not be enough.

I wanted to believe him, because I love validation. Validation is my main bitch. But I was not the type of infant to absorb a compliment

I’m in love with you and you don’t want anything to do with me so I think we can make this work: a love story

That’s not the clitoris: a love story.