The Incel's Veto and Other Observations

I would estimate that in 20 years of writing for a public audience, I’ve maybe made reference to any kind of sexual or romantic activity of my own, I don’t know, a dozen times? This, as someone who has published somewhere on the order of 4000 blog posts and essays in his career. There’s usually little cause to get personal in that way, but occasionally these things come up, usually in discussions of modern romance, sometimes as a matter of personal disclosure in biographical essays. And what I have found, over those twenty years, is that over time making any such reference has become more and more of a pain in the ass. Simply acknowledging that I am a more-or-less heterosexual man who has had sex with a non-zero number of woman now provokes a kind of resentful reaction that I find annoying, strange, and honestly kind of anti-human.