The bench was made of wood and by the greyish cracked texture, had been there for a time. It was placed on top of a small hill, overlooking the sea its waters shadowy from a cloudy day. A mild wind was scraping at the water surface, creating a rippling effect. As I took my seat… Continue reading Purpose of pleasure
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Embracing death
‘We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Helen. She was born in May, year this-and-that to a young couple barely knowing what they were in for. Helen was a strong and a wilful child and her early experiences… ’ As I laid there in my imaginary casket, listening to the eulogy of… Continue reading Embracing death
Imagine sex
Parts of me are shaking as I start this piece. Feels like the most vulnerable thing I've ever written, while also being seriously crooked, bumpy and weird. Much like the process of sexual awakening itself. First, a short confession I love sex. I want sex. I don’t like doing it. Not an easy thing to… Continue reading Imagine sex
Well of Peace 