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...
Category: My Story
To understand me, you need to know my story.
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...