Category: My Story
To understand me, you need to know my story.
Dry September
“I’m terrified of women now,” I said, looking down into my half-empty glass of lukewarm water. Somewhat embarrassed. Mainly sad. “I see,” my therapist said, aft...
Pasar Agosto
“Wow, she’s hot!” my new lesbian colleague said when I showed her a picture of C. “I know,” I replied. Gulped some more beer, looked out the window. It was a ra...
Instagram breakup notice
When it’s all said and done, the doors and windows have closed and the bridges are burnt down to ashes, what can you say? What words can convey the storm raging...
23:36
Skies are raging tonight. There’s a thunderstorm; outside on the streets of Copenhagen and within me. Loud rain, loud pain. We couldn’t make it past this mornin...
Rage
I don’t give a fuck. I mean, I don’t just give one, meaningless fuck. I give many, way too many fucks. It feels me with anger and frustration. All I see are the...
Latest novel is out!
It’s not been easy. I sank myself into a hard life of loneliness, filling void with emptiness. I dug and walked down the deep hell of alcoholism, random s...
Asses and shit
I look out the window and I see a middle-aged man wiping his little dog’s ass, as it looks back at him, probably wondering how pathetic human life is. My dad ha...
The comeback
And it stopped, just like that. The words didn’t flow anymore and the blog became silent. My head wasn’t quiet, though. Nor my dick was inactive. Those last day...