It's complicated part I

Did you ever end up laying inside a sleeping bag in your own home, on your own bed? I have. The story behind this isn't so important (or, I'd rather not talk about it).

Rien ne va plus? Not quite. I'm having a sober day and a busy tomorrow. Let's see...


The pains of being pure at heart (in a promiscuous body)

(sexy swimmers fished on the internet)

I hope to be clear from the start: this text will be humorous, ironic, angry maybe but not very serious (because if you treat these matters seriously you die bitten by your cat, they said).
Anyway, the thing is: in our modern societies, sexuality ain't the least liberated. Even in the 16th century everyone was copulating in the barns, in the palaces and everywhere else, and that was a fact. Our era, contrary to that, is full of pretension. Phony monogamy, closeted homosexuality, pious virgins with gaping assholes and who knows what else. If you're a woman who fucks around, you're loose (think about the etymology), a whore or anything else considered a demerit. If you're a man who doesn't you're a looser, a "pussy" and the list could go on forever. Talking about liberation here.

Well, as Engels denoted, monogamy comes hand-in-hand with property and capitalism. So, it's no wonder that the previously mentioned are happening. But the pretension is the icing on the cake. In our modern society, matching what you say and what you do is a real revolutionary act. So, you can either come close to your sayings or your acts. That's your choice, hon.


A boring easter holiday (or remembering-forgetting)

This Easter holiday has been quite uneventful. Syros is beautiful as usual and going to Myconos has been a (mild) experience but, otherwise, nothing really groundbreaking is going on.Hanging on with the same people, having drinks without expectations, sleeping as much as one can, not doing my homework, having a mess of a house that can't fully handle three grown-ups with requirements. And, of course, I'm missing the Gastouni factor. Bad music, great cocktails by the sea, my cousins and the local gossip. Well, that has been an experience I'm not keen on repeating.

Anyway, that boredom has (curiously) reminded me of one thing. It's been a lot of years since I've been in love with anyone. I think that this actually contrasts with the boredom waves.

My hopes are on the next week. Happy Easter to all of you.