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“Sex”, a word that shouldn’t be uttered or evoked, it still is a taboo in our societies. But when you know the pleasure and intensity that comes from the meeting of two (or more) bodies, it’s easy to talk about it without being afraid of prying eyes. It is complicated to mention a single encounter. Not because I don’t…
First evening We discuss, we exchange. To begin with, of course, a few trivialities. I hope you don’t notice it but I literally drink your words. I’m hanging on your lips. Our thighs brush against each other, it titillates me. I sip on the wine and I feel my inhibitions are dropping. The sun is…
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I’m Laurenz, 24 years old. I see myself as a nomadic person, in lifestyle as in my thinking. I was raised nearby the coast of Belgium. I lived with my parents and my four year older brother in a nice neighbourhood in Blankenberge. Growing up I had one big passion. Dancing. The dance studio was…
01/02/2021 I wake up, sleep, wake again… This time, I am no longer alone in a five-bed family house in London, but in a dark, vampiric bachelor-pad-esque room in Brussels. A room chiefly designed by my own presently nihilistic eye. That which has been developed in response to having fled the postapocalyptic atmosphere of the…
Like many people, I grew up in a very conventional family. Among what marked me in my education at home, at school, on TV, I particularly remember these ideas that you have to be the best, surpass yourself all the time, be strong, and count only on yourself. Of course, I didn’t learn only that,…
A little bit over a year ago I had a date with a guy I met on Grindr. We met on an ordinary, cold Thursday evening. Just going for a drink to get to know each other, nothing sexual or too serious. When I saw him for the first time, I was surprised how beautiful…
When I was 10, I was in my room playing Wii with my neighbour at the time. We had this thing that if we lost, we had to go one on top of each other in a playful way shirtless. This may sound very innocent but in my family, it was not, for them if…
As a kid growing up in a big very religious family I always felt kind of different. I was also more creative and never felt understood, my parents sent me to karate, youth movement and music school but all I wanted to do was going to drawing class but of course there was no time…
When you grow up in an environment where the norm is not to show the slightest sign of weakness, the slightest emotion you have to appear to be strong, to be better than the others. Never be satisfied with yourself, you could always have done better. In this context, a social, loving, intimate relationship with another human…