"lost stairway" by Raphael Goetter
There was a lull.
She peeled her clothes off and her lips grew crooked.
Step one. Transcending.
He was vivid in her mind. Every curve, every crevice.
The hollow of his hip, a path carved in bone.
The scent of his musk.
She closed her eyes. She was climbing.
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Perception of the male and female expat
“Your meet me call me, to piet padang.I LIKE YOU.SEE YOU BY.And I LOVE YOU,SORRY.”
It was the night before I left Padang, Sumatra, to return to Jakarta, when I received this sms from “Piet Padang”. (more…)
Freddie died of AIDS in 1991, at the age of 45 and at the top of his career as a bombastic singer of the group band Queen. This was taken from http://www.saguro.co.uk.
It happened in 2003. That was when I met the one person that would change the course of my life forever. Attempts have been made to recollect memories of what happened during that crucial period, and they have all been fruitless. The emotional attachment I have with the topic has made it quite impossible to position myself as an objective observer. Perhaps, this time it would be different.
Like it was decades, or even centuries ago, Indonesia is still a country where babies are born, but never made. Sexuality and sensuality are butchered and fed to hungry dogs with genitalia dragged above the ground. And like it was with me years ago, the dilemma is still the same: should I have some or read some?
The theory of the evolution of a relationship.
So I’ve been in a serious relationship 3 times and I’m beginning to spot a pattern. Three different times, three different guys, three different situations but basically this is the main rundown:
At first (a time span usually ranging from month number one to four, depending on frequency of sex), a normal conversation is:
– Hey, this song, it’s totally how I feel about you.
– What? Blondie’s ‘Denis’?
– Yeah. Cheesy huh?
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