Could it be that I'm now into something different than what I used to claim of sexual experience when I was younger?
I pointed startled in my state of being slightly drunk at a pair of dildos he had picked out as the most popular and which I thought were ridiculously tiny for any one-eyed trouser snake to be, not to mention for a dildo.
I remember feeling deceived when I learned his preferences were men, and isn't it also a hoax not to let the world know which of our superheros are straight or gay?
"I can feel the anxiety rage through my entire system. My breath, my heartbeat, my muscles, my skin. And to challenge the peripheries of my solace this way, in any way, is to provoke these horrible demons which were literally torturing me for a decade."
I feel an unassailable strenght within the depths of my soul, a solidity of spirit that nothing can defeat. Like the walls of an ancient temple, complited in marble, damaged by wars, but rebuilt and sealed with Roman concrete. Indistructable, unbreakable and everlasting. Created to survive the fall of sivilisations and the end of time,… Continue reading The awakening of the first born
Da jeg satt på kontoret til en av overlegene ved lunge-poliklinikken ved Ahus til en av mine endeløse kontroller av en problematisk astma og skråsikkert proklamerte at jeg var immun og ikke fikk influensa, ble jeg besvart med et tungt hjertesukk, en oppgitt facepalm og et langsomt og litt overtydelig "Alle! Får! Influensa! Det er… Continue reading Vaksine og immunitet
When I was younger I was an unyielding defender of satire as the best possible form of critic of authorities and oppressive ideas, cultur and laws. I still am, uncompromisingly defending the right to ridicule ridiculous abuse of power, or attempt to abuse power in any way that can not be explained with some sort… Continue reading The pencil and the sword!
I am now in a somehow shallow and distant, sexual relationship with a lot of men. Men which have dedicated a part of their lovelife and intimacy to me, or at least to my slightly perverted art; the dickpic-project. Some of them are single, some of them are not. Some of them are married, some… Continue reading An adultrine born of online-infidelity?
Så ligger jeg her da, søvnløs, mens jeg smaker på min egen hvitløksånde, uten annet enn en katt som selskap, og lurer på hvor den store kjærligheta ble av. Jeg møtte ham i en annen by, i en annen verden, i et annet liv, i et annet årtusen. Han satte seg ned ved min side… Continue reading Elskede avstandsforelskelse
So I’m lying here, in my bed, sleepless, tasting my own garlic breath, with only a castrated, male cat as my company, wondering where that great love took off. I met him in another town, in another world, in another life, in another millenium. He sat down next to me and said: “What if me… Continue reading This fierce and violent infatuation