Long time reader, I’ve seen an increase in incorrect or badly argued content. I am ready to move on, I feel like I’m wasting my time.
What’s really unfortunate is that there are many great articles on Medium that get buried under this babel.
It’s time to heed Socrates, whose words have withstood the test of time. All meaningful articles follow Socrates’ Triple Filter.
Would you apply this simple test before clicking the “Publish” button?
Check your sources. Is there enough proof that what you are saying is true? Make an extensive research on the subject to consider different points…
Can you imagine missing the theater for which your paid nearly 200€?
This was one of my fortunate misfortunes..
I’m not surprised this happened to me. Should I be worried? Fortunately, it had a happy ending. I’ve had a bunch of unbelievable “fortunate misfortunes” in my life, but they always end happily.
Even if the happy side of the ending is not obvious at first, and appears totally hopeless and improbably unlucky, and I am filled with incredible anxiety, stress, even agony, deep inside I know that it will reward me with an unexpected, invaluable revelation — or at least…
A lot of books and articles I read about polyamory make me feel estranged. Of course, there exist 50 shades of polyamory. However, I get a feeling that people who choose polyamory with deep emotional involvement are less visible.
Maybe I am wrong. Or maybe it is just easier to talk about it when there are no deep feelings involved? Or maybe emotional involvement creates a lot of mess in relationships and they simply do not work out very well?..
I hope that there is hope. Because I want the beauty of the connection of minds (which inevitably leads to…
Every day I want to break a law! I take my shower, put on makeup, dress up in my most appealing skirt, slip on high heels, take a coffee in a rush, grab the keys, and… get in my car, start the engine, and go! That’s the absurdity of my crime! I want to drive!!! With or without a reason, with a precise destination in mind or just a vague idea. A vague idea of spontaneity and freedom…
How far will I be able to go? The first check arrives at about 200m from home at the roundabout. What should…
Opening a relationship is a mutual agreement, which feels more or less like a natural evolution for some couples. But not always. What might be desired or necessary for one partner could appear shocking to another. After years spent together in a loving, attentive, and caring relationship, hearing that “you are not enough” can feel like you’ve failed and been betrayed by the one you’ve cherished and trusted the most until that moment. After years of unquestioning loyalty, your every belief in societal values is torn apart and thrown into a bottomless hole, with you falling in as well. It…
Polyamory is my savior — a guilt-free way to pursue my contented emotions and desires while respecting commitments and holding onto a sense of purposefulness in life.
I’m turning 40, and as the years pass, my life gets loaded with more and more responsibilities and demands. There is less time to be carefree. It’s not even acceptable for a respected woman my age to be carefree. But why not? I have only one life to live. If I don’t allow myself to enjoy it now, then when? Being carefree doesn’t change my ability to love and care for my family…
I was foolish and he was desperate for a “sign” that had 5 letters on it and started with an “H”. We’d been wandering the streets kissing and feeding our hungry desire. The streets had charm and appeal — but no signs starting with an “H”. This was a sign, I said, a sign to stop fooling around, stop fooling ourselves. But just as I said that, his eyes saw a blessing named Hotel.
We were in the room, impatient to close the door, to rush towards celebrating our feral desires and start freeing ourselves from the barriers made of…
I was a small girl, ten years old at that time. I was supposed to forget everything that happened. “Go play with the other kids,” I was told, “and in a couple of weeks you’ll forget everything.”
Thirty years later, I still remember that day in every detail… And I’ve finally found the courage to say aloud that people treated it wrong, including my parents.
Kids — they are carefree and forget easily. Resilient. Right? To all parents who think this — be careful. Ten-year-olds are more mature than we parents usually assume.
Children say nothing because they are scared…
I allowed myself to go through the memories of that day only about five years ago, slowly, one small piece at a time, until it became easier to think about. Until echoes of that day started fading, and the amplitude of a paralyzing wave, which was raised every time by flashbacks and covered me from head to toe, lessened.
When I was finally able to write it down, on a paper, it felt as if I managed to move it from my insides to the outside, to separate myself from it and finally let it go. I shared it in…
After kissing and stroking my whole body, you had left me to the caresses of the sea breeze. Your momentary appearance on the lawn was meant to bring awareness of a voluptuous gratifying passion we were just learning to embrace.
You wanted to create a scenery for the pleasure of your eyes, placing me as a restful decor to glow in the middle of the lawn, reflecting the sun. You needed an innocent spark of desire to envelope you in your melancholic state.
I was lying on the grass, alone and naked, with just the breeze, the sun, and the…
An optimist, exploring the joy of writing thanks to the freedom to love