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It has been a long time since I stopped hanging out with friends at bars for happy hours. Last weekend, I was for a 'boys night out'. As Saadat Hasan Manto said:
I’ve spent a long time trying to understand why the cuckold dynamic pulls at me the way it does, and what it’s actually trying to resolve inside me. It’s easy for people to write it off as humiliation or insecurity, but that’s surface-level thinking. The reality is more layered, more personal, and honestly, more revealing than anyone wants to admit.
For me, the core of it isn’t about another man at all.
It’s about confronting the parts of myself I don’t show openly — desire, vulnerability, jealousy, ego, devotion, fear, trust — all in one place. Strangely, the fantasy becomes a mirror. It reflects back things I’ve pushed down, ignored, or never had the space to acknowledge. Part of me wants to feel undone a little, like I’m peeling away the performance of masculinity I’ve worn for years. Another part wants to test myself, to stand in the middle of emotions most people won’t even let themselves name. The jealousy, the surrender, the intensity of wanting someone so much that I’m willing to feel uncomfortable — that says more about me than the fantasy itself.
And there’s the truth nobody talks about: It makes me confront my values. Not in a way that diminishes me, but in a way that forces me to separate worth from control. It pushes me to ask:
Do I love for possession or for connection?
Is my desire rooted in ego or in vulnerability?
Can I handle seeing my partner fully chosen by someone else, even if just in my mind?
What happens to me emotionally when I’m no longer the center?
There’s a strange kind of honesty in facing those questions. A peculiar kind of freedom, too. And deep down, I think the fantasy attempts to resolve one central tension inside me: I want to love without holding on so tightly that I crush the thing I’m trying to keep. It’s not about watching. It’s about facing who I am when I’m stripped of control, ego, and assumption. That’s the part that hits hardest. That’s the part the fetish is trying to reach. And maybe… resolve.




