• IF IT’S BROKE

    When I was 7 years old, I stayed over at Auntie G`s house. She was the FPU`s childhood friend and had no kids and her husband was abroad. As far as I could remember that was the first time I’d been allowed to sleep over at anyone’s place. There could have been other sleep-overs before then, but not that I can recall. I still remember, and will always remember, this one. Auntie G was happy to have me over. She asked the FPU to let me come a bit early and I was there at 5pm. She made me cookies and hot chocolate, which I loved (Clearly decadence was always…

  • Late for work again

    There was a time before the now. When we had the “we’re never going to be able to have good sex with anyone else again, are we?” feeling and everything about our world was tuned into each other. Funny things were always happening. Love making was marked by laughter and incredible heat and insatiable lust and unpredictability and guaranteed results. In between, there are talks and more laughter and tenderness and incredibly freeing honesty. Then there is me trying to leave his place in the morning and get to work on time. I`ve already showered, but somehow I`ve landed up lying beside him again. I stand up, stretch. He pulls…