a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape

I wrote this piece for a project “a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape” I wanted to post it here too. The room was dark and damped, I found comfort in staring at the barely moving curtain on the wide-open window it was a hot summer day. It was late and …

It’s a process

Perhaps it’s the rising tides, in our times and the climate changes… That shook my vocal cords… Anxious perhaps it’s the lid I took of this particular jar, hidden in the depth of my lungs. That made my voice break… Anxious Or the simple fact that every wave and poured out emotions are met with …

A key in a pile of cow shit

Imagine you have only one key for your house. Imagine you were in a hurry, tired and hungry. You took the key out of your pocket all excited by the sight of your house just around the corner. Clumsy as you are, for you walking fast is like dancing with two left feet and so …