
Life is confusing. So is communication. Especially – in my own humble experience – with the opposite sex. Because the sex part always gets in the way, even when you’re not having it. It’s the pink elephant in the room no one is talking about.

Life is confusing. So is communication. Especially – in my own humble experience – with the opposite sex. Because the sex part always gets in the way, even when you’re not having it. It’s the pink elephant in the room no one is talking about.

ik ben nooit het meisje geweest van de stilte en het mysterie. dat is zo koud en dat is het leven ontkennen.





What is it with these boys rushing to get into my vagina? Like sex is a glorified hand job. They don’t even consider the possibility of me not being ready for such an intimate act, five minutes after we met.

i want your wildest time


Growing up, I sometimes felt like I was the only one dealing with changing body-related things. Case in point: pubic hair. For some reason I was convinced no other girl my age had to trim that region down below.

When I was fourteen years old, I was a curious kind of girl. More specifically, I was curious about the human body, luuve making and how it all works. So one fine day, I went to the public library and found a book about said subject (with pictures, yay!).

ik wil mijn grenzen in grenzeloos geluk opzoeken, niet de dieptes van mijn angsten. niet meer.

zekerheid van de mokerslag en het open hart.
maar moed met trillende handen en een trillend hart is de grootste moed die er is.

Let me tell you something about a kind of man I keep meeting recently; I call him the semi-enlightened man. It’s a guy who, when you meet him, is quite charming. He’s quick to pay you compliments, teases, and seems outgoing. All good fun. Then, if you end up talking some more and maybe even agreeing to meet each other for a drink, you find out a bit more about him. He often seems to be open to some self-reflection, seems to think about life. What a relief! It is always nice to meet a person who ponders his existence and doesn’t go running for the hills the moment someone utters the words “feelings” or “spiritual”.
