Long time, no see. I’ve been busy with life, to say the least. I got married! A thing I used to vehemently insist I would never want to do. Yet here I am. I love the unpredictability of life. And I love changing. Identity is not a stationary thing, it…
Tag: Love
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Var går gränsen?
Vet du hur nyfikenhet känns när den fyller upp hela kroppen? När varje sinne längtar efter att utforska. Krippen vibrerar av lust att förlora sig i förnimmelse. Frågan “var går gränsen?” bränner bakom bröstbenet. Var går gränsen för vad jag har lust att utforska tillsammans med dig? Finns det en…
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Summing up a decade
The 2010’s have gone by, and I have been blogging (more or less regularly) throughout the entire time. In the same space of time, I’ve lived out my twenties. Ten years is a staggering amount of time, yet it has flown by faster than pigs with wings. I’ve grown and…
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My Bones, or The Space Between Us
If I could drag my bones across the Earth If I could find a lasting state of bliss If I could cross the space between us In a word, or in a kiss But my bones are way too heavy And the space is just too vast And in my…
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There Will Be No Intermission
Dear Amanda. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this post, but here goes anyway: Thank you, Amanda Fucking Palmer. I had the great fortune of seeing your show yesterday in Copenhagen. There was indeed no intermission, and as far as my feelings are concerned, there won’t be one for…
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To love a mountain
Hello again. View from “lunch” break at 2 am. Back in the mountains again over the summer, as the fates would have it. Hello, midnight sun. Hello waterfalls and rain-wet birch forests. Hello, lake of coldness. Hello, breathtaking vistas causing my heart to vibrate. It is like returning to a lover.…
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Without my skin
I lie awake in bed without my skin I peeled it off last night while you were here I wanted you to feel the blood within I wanted you to know I was sincere You reached into my chest and touched my heart I smiled and opened up my ribcage…
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If this isn’t life
Sunlight in my face To feel the rain upon my skin Icy waters swallowing me Wind to dry again Standing on a mountain top To climb the tallest tree See the birds The stars, the moon Reflected in the sea If this isn’t joy I don’t want no part of…
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What I’ve learned from relationship anarchy
I established long ago that I am polyamorous. I practise this through relationship anarchy. What, exactly, do I mean by “relationship anarchy”? Whether you are happily monogamous, lost in the jungles of polyamory, or a fellow anarchist looking to trade notes: read on. This might be of use to you.…
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Asexuality: it’s a thing!
Hi folks! Are you aware that this week is Asexuality awareness week? Well, it totally is! So today, for the first time ever, I’m happy to have a guest writer here on Scribo, ergo sum. A friend of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous, is here to tell you about…