Jealousy Vs Protectiveness


Jealousy Vs Protectiveness

Before I met my wife, I didn’t think I was a jealous person. I was never the type to have a problem with close male friends, or time spent with others, or friendships with exes. I always thought I was very secure and confident in what I had to offer and in the fact that she chose me, and if she later chose otherwise, that was her loss. But when my wife and I started dating, that proved not to be true: she had one close male friend who I very much disliked, and whose friendship with her put me on edge. I never told her to stop spending time with him, but I was open with her about my feelings, and my personal dislike of him meant that she, almost by necessity, spent less time with him and the friendship faded.

When we first began exploring non-monogamy, seeing my wife just flirting with the wrong guy would sometimes send my stomach into knots. I didn’t like feeling like a jealous person, and not just because “jealous” is a four-letter-word in this community. It just didn’t jive with my mental image of myself. There must be something else going on, I thought. Sure, I love my wife in a way and to a degree I never felt during previous relationships. But could that really be all there was? Over time, I was able to recognize and work through some of my other fears, particularly my concerns about being replaced as my wife’s “favorite” and “best” (which I’ll go into in more depth at some point in another post), but this was clearly a distinct feeling that I could not understand.

I found another piece of the puzzle during an on-premises party we attended with a close female friend of ours — a woman whom we’ve gotten to know very well and who we now consider a close friend, even outside of the non-monogamy sphere. Watching her flirt and play at that party elicited many of the same “jealousy” feelings in me I’d previously had with my wife. This doesn’t make sense, I thought. Of course I care a great deal for his woman, but my feelings for her were not on a par with those for my wife. Why, then, was I having the same, and new, “jealous” response?

This all finally clicked when I realized that there were several guys who elicited none of these feelings. What makes these men different? One day, after watching my wife flirt at a party and feeling the hallmark stomach knots, but later watching her go down on a different guy and having no problems at all, it hit me: I am not jealous when men flirt or hook up with my wife and this woman we both care about, I am protective of them.

The difference is that I want these women treated with respect. I want their safety and consent absolutely guaranteed, and I want them to be eager and active participants who are well taken care of. If those things are true, then I’m totally fine with them being with other men. A guy who goes slow, is respectful, and shows he’s interested in more than just “gettin’ some” is going to be someone I’m totally ok with. If I don’t feel like these basic things are true, if a guy comes off as sleazy, presumes consent, or seems like he’s trying to push her limits, that’s what triggers my stomach-in-knots reaction. For the record, sometimes the woman in question agrees with me, but often it’s clear their tolerance is much higher than mine.

You might say that this is some kind of patriarchal, anti-feminist response that I need to get over just as much as we try to work through and move past our jealousy. These are two brilliant, well-educated, responsible women who don’t need me making their decisions for them. And of course that’s right. But my reaction is also partly based on my knowledge that they both have trouble saying ‘no’; they’re people pleasers who don’t like to rock the boat. They’re both working on it, and again, it’s not my place to turn their ‘yes’ into a ‘no’. But I will not hesitate to check in and give them another chance to change their minds or offer to be the bad-guy who can verbalize their ‘no’ even if they wouldn’t.

It’s often said that the things that we hate about others are the things we hate about ourselves. And that’s definitely at play here. I am uncomfortable with the idea of “seduction”, even if I will toot my own horn and say that I can be pretty good at it. I’d rather live in a world of explicit, verbal consent, but I have pushed my luck more than a few times, and the reason I make such a point of emphasizing consent, in my own play and in theirs, is because it’s something I’ve had to make a conscious effort with. I expect the same kind of effort, and frankly an even higher level of success at it, from men who want my approval to be with women I care about. Do the men need it? No. Do the women need to care about it? Definitely not. But being able to be honest with myself and with them about my feelings is vital to this kind of non-monogamy, and the self-knowledge I’ve been able to glean from these experiences has been crucial to that communication.


The Doctor is not actually a doctor (though he has a 'juris doctor', does that count?) He and his Sexy Thing (another Doctor Who reference...) live in our Nation's Capital and have been together for almost 5 years (non-monogamous for about 2). You can see their 2014 Desire tweets and other sexy thoughts on Twitter @DrandSexyThing.


  1. You might say that this is some kind of patriarchal, anti-feminist response that I need to get over.

    Nope, actually I wouldn’t. I would say that it’s something that happens, with no convenient rationale at hand as often as not. Not to suggest that it’s not something that doesn’t have to be worked on; quite the contrary, but speaking for myself, I wouldn’t be so flippantly dismissive of it as some kind of cultural revenant that you should have summarily moved past as a presumed component of enlightenment. It’s just one of those fucked-up parts of being human (though I dunno, the ring-tailed lemur and his copulatory sperm plug suggests that maybe it could take more evolution than humans might expect.

  2. Great post.

    I occasionally have the same ‘issue’ as well. The few times my Spidey Sense went off with someone giving Mrs. Duncan attention, it did turn out that there was a potential problem there of some sort. That propblem could be with the other person themselves, where Mrs. Duncan was at with the interaction, where the person’s partner was with the interaction, etc.

    I would also suggest that besides being people pleasers, getting attention is a very powerful aphrodisiac that can cloud judgement. It is also true that most of us have a harder time seeing the forest when we are in the middle of it. An outside observer has a much better, more objective view.

    So, put people pleasing, aphrodisiac clouded judgement and lack of objectivity together and a good partner will perhaps see something that the person in the middle of the situation won’t. Whenever either Mrs. Duncan’s or my internal alarms start to go off, we check in with each other even if we don’t know why the alarm bells are ringing. It usually turns out to be a good thing that we did.

    A good wing(wo)man will always have their partner’s 6.

  3. Thanks Absurdist and Duncan!

    Absurdist: You’re right; we can’t expect ourselves (or expect others) to have all our biases or outmoded thoughts disappear just because we know they’re potentially unproductive.

    Duncan: I like that! It’s certainly true that having someone pursue you is a big confidence boost and turn on, and that can cloud someone’s ability to see the situation clearly. Used correctly, intuition and perspective can be very useful in keeping everyone safe and happy. We’ve also had some times when doubts and concerns were confirmed, but it’s hard to know which situations that is. I think this is (yet another) area where communication is key (and where some case-by-case limits, like same-room play, may be a good idea).

  4. Women get this too though I’ve never identified it as “jealousy”. We just know right off the bat that someone is Bad News. You can call it Spidey Sense or Intuition or Gut feeling. But usually it is based on years of studying human behavior which most of us having been doing since we were infants even if subconsciously. Blink by Malcolm Gladwell is an interesting book on this subject.

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