Exactly on this day a year ago my ex-J literally sat on his high-chair imposing his choice of not to pursue fatherhood – by telling me that it is either his way or highway if I want to be a mother. Yes. When we came together we had this conversation and I made it clear […]
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Day 41: The Shit-Show – Single Woman’s Diary
It was really lovely what V said last night: “get them to do a blood test on your 3rd date”! After I told her about how “helicobacter pylori” spreads! And Daniel: “wow you got lucky. You dodged a bullet!” Tinder dates. What can I say? What can I say. You think as a woman abiding […]
Day 39: Obituary – The Single Woman’s Diary
And then there are days when you are scared of being in any relationship. You actively flee when you start feeling a bit for even a date. And you end it immediately, just to know that the person was hurt by you cause apparently he liked you. But then you are so burnt from your […]
Day 30: Wise Witches of the Single Woman’s Diary
Yesterday I met a very wise young lady for lunch. As we sat on the riverbank under blazing sun, talking about life and how some of us are born with this feeling that we are here to teach how to feel while others are here to teach us how to self love: we bonded. Our […]
Day 28: Brainfried – The Single Woman’s Diary
I feel bloated this morning. And a bit annoyed to be honest. I have hit a creative block and my literature review is due this Sunday. And seriously no more patience or fucks to give, thus actually depleting my fuck-ration! Also, honestly confused by those who don’t want to get a COVID certificate. Not getting […]
Gone
The one I’d think of night and day, that face I can’t recall. What was that persons name? I tried to recollect, but it has permanently left my mind. Gone.
The Flood
Flooded basement. Cleaning up in process. Harder to dam murky water, like dark murky mood. Swifter than floating debris of once an old painting – an easygoing roommate stands focused on his phone. He creates a meme after a “very successful date”, that he has “going” for himself; while I remove wet winter clothings from […]
Day 37: The Bike Analogy – The Breakup
Woke up remembering a valid lesson that my dad taught me, in-order-to be aware that the past is in the past. To do so, one must let all past emotions leave one’s mind and be ready to move on for a new experience, cause “you can’t ride a motorcycle while keeping your eye constantly on […]
Day 36: The Breakup
Every photographer knows that a cloudy grey day provides the best light. But did everyone experience waking up to a grey morning where the neighbour is playing her clavier and birds chirping to soft drizzle? I start taking my meds for the Helicobacter pylori bacteria that was found in my stomach. A grey day would […]
Day 35 – aliens can take me NOW! – The Breakup
Yesterday’s bicycle ride and today’s anal probing! Like all that I talk about when on a long bike ride is how our “vagingin” falls asleep after-a-while and I keep wondering how men do it? They have a pair of balls and balls are pretty sensitive – not like vaginas that can survive a pounding! The […]
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 