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In the age of smartphones and frictionless-dating apps, sex addiction is like being hooked on a drug that's always available in unlimited supply.
It's like living with a meth dealer at your side, or a brick of cocaine in your pocket.
When I was in third grade, my teenage cousin sexually propositioned me.
She wrote me detailed notes about what we would do.
Jacob grew up devoutly Christian in a remote part of a midwestern state.
Hookup apps like Tinder (26 million matches per day) and Grindr (1.6 million active daily users) are growing wildly and multiplying, like real-life manifestations of the futuristic smartphone imagined by Gary Shteyngart in which rates the "Fuckability" of everyone around you.
On-screen, sex addiction tends to be portrayed as glamorous, even fleetingly aspirational—either posey, broody, and existential or chaotically fun in a Warren Beatty-in-the-’70s kind of way.
But no two-hour movie can communicate the relentless patterns of thought that persecute sex addicts.
But they haven’t had sex since June 2012, haven’t even seen each other naked (except by accident) since he told her he was a sex addict.
Almost every night, they separately attend meetings or therapy.
It may also be that she’s still not sure she’s going to stay here.