That Time I Met A Stranger At A 5-Star Hotel

Because that day I wanted to get high. Not on alcohol (too fattening) or drugs (I’d look ugly snorting cocaine and no ugly-looking please). But on people. I was sick of the ordinary. Sick of feeling stuck in a 9-5 routine counting down till payday, frustrated with the speed of my bank balance increasing, asking myself “Is that it? Is this the life?” (No, that’s not it, but it’s easy to get caught up like that.)

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What My Lovers Told Me

My lovers told me a lot of things — mostly things about myself that I didn’t realise I had or lacked thereof. Or things about themselves that I didn’t anticipate or could have anticipated but chose not to. Sometimes they were just passing comments that my lovers would very soon conveniently forget but somehow they got stuck at the back of my mind.

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Don’t Waste This Life

It’s terrifying to have to make all the important decisions not knowing if they are the right ones. But it’s also liberating and wonderfully exciting because I get to make all the important decisions. I get to live my life the way I think is best for me and this is all what matters.

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Please Swipe Left On Me

I don’t see relationships as an end-goal or a measure of my self-worth. Speaking of which, I don’t bring my self-worth into the mix when a relationship succeeds or fails. I know the outcome of a relationship is down to our compatibility, not worthiness — worthiness is irrelevant.

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I Would Do Anything For Money

I would do anything for money. Well, I would do most things for a good amount of money. My rules are simple. I don’t mind danger, don’t mind dirt, don’t mind humiliation, don’t mind pain. The only things I strictly don’t do are prostitution, killing and love. As for the rest, it’s always a matter of assessing the pros and cons, a question of whether the money is handsome enough for the risk to be worth it, and a problem of me making decisions based on my mood.

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So You’re 22, Female and Thinking About Sex

I’ve been questioning myself lately what is a good life for a 22 year old and I’ve come to a conclusion that a good life should include having as much great sex as possible. Not just good, but great, healthy sex. The sex that satisfies you, empowers you, makes you glow like a fucking walking LED and doesn’t leave you feeling dirty and shameful.

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