Photography&Story
Last week, after almost six years at the same company, I quit my job to go travel. It’s a scary feeling, I loved my job and I was good at it but something just didn’t feel right. I wasn’t living my own life. I didn’t even know what living my own life means. For as…
As a teenager, I lived with my father, my mother-in-law and my sisters in Brussels. My parents were separated and for years, as for many children, this situation was difficult to accept; especially because my latent homosexuality made my relationship with my father more and more complicated, and also with others. As a very sensitive…
“It must be hard!”, “I feel sorry for you” , “Hope you guys can manage this”, “I couldn’t do this” … just a few ways of how people react when they hear about our long distance relationship, or any in general! To be honest, indeed it doesn’t sound motivating having 1000 km between you and…
“I broke another pipe. Its varnish like bronze, the glass of its body. The spirals of smoke like endless streams of thought. I broke it. I broke one more pipe, in two pieces. No tears, no frowns. It’s gone to the garbage, just as if I never smoked it. But I feel it, I feel like I’m dying….
The light in Jacopo’s room was gorgeous. There was no bed, but only a mattress laying under the window with no curtain or what so ever to block the flight flooding in. A wooden small table stood next to the mattress. I saw a glass dildo, next to it, was a bottle of popper. It…
We met each other in the good old fashioned way, on a dating app. I saw that I had this message sitting unread for a day or so and when I clicked to see who it was I was immediately captured by how cute and handsome he was. I thought okay, let’s talk a bit,…
When I was 18, I met the girl of my life. Her name was Sophie, a beautiful blonde girl. I used to call her Fofie. She was crazy. I met her at school, she was in the same class of my cousin and I spent all my time with them to be with Fofie. Everybody at…
I. one of these nights If relationships are like novels, then, I believe, one-nightstands are poetry. And lately I am more in a poetic state of mind. There is a certain element of repetition ingrained in the make-up of life because of the circles of day and night and the seasons, and I believe this…
My childhood was not a happy time for me. I grew up in a family with two brothers. As a kid I always felt excluded. I felt different. My brothers where sporty, smart and excelled in everything. It was like everything they touched turned into gold. I was the fat, dumber brother who always played…
It all began with my coming out to my mother. I did that pretty early at just 11 years old. What I’m actually really grateful for, because I know that it can be a very stressful experience for other people. When I confessed to my mother she simply started laughing that I’m too young to…