
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.

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.

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!).

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”.

What funny creatures we are. Recent events have made me discover something about myself, a quality that is often linked to the female sex: the Great Urge to Please. To be seen as charming and sweet, even by assholes. Even by those you sense are taking advantage of you.
There is something mightily wrong with this.
Doorgaan met het lezen van “I think you’re an asshole – please like me!”

Let me start by being completely honest: when it comes to matters of the heart, I have NO idea how to act. But I’m pretty sure that this is true for everybody. We’re all just improvising our tushy off, aren’t we? That being said, what I can try to do is share my own humble experience and – dare I say it – slightly successful methods.
Doorgaan met het lezen van “How to act when your crush works in a store”

I am a 28-year-old girl. I have a law degree. And I love Harry Styles.

I am a girl full of contradictions.
Fiercely independent, yet I still live with my parents.
Getting my first gray hairs, but I also still have pimples.
Craving for love, yet always afraid to make the first move.
A dreamer, but one that worries all the time.
Spontaneous, and at the same time overanalyzing everything. Especially -what else?- relationships with boys.

This is what I believe to be the biggest disease of our time: hiding. Especially feelings. More specifically, the bad ones. We hide feelings of stress, anxiety, insecurity, being uncomfortable etc. Why? Because in our society having these feelings is associated with being weak, or at least with being weaker than everyone else. This is a very important cause of our hiding: we all think we are weaker, more stressed and less confident than everybody else. The only way to keep up with the rest is by hiding how we truly feel. And we’re damn good at it too. Often better than we think.

Ah, job expectations vs. reality. Once upon a naïve time, a few years ago, I thought finding a job with a good degree would be relatively easy. That’s what I had been told anyway. Fast-forward a few years: nope, it’s not. By now applying for jobs has become my main job experience (too bad it isn’t seen as a great asset on your cv).
Doorgaan met het lezen van “The sheer fun of applying for jobs”