“If what you want to tell me isn’t true, isn’t good, and isn’t even useful, why would I want to hear it?” Socrates

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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.

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?

1. Is it true?

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…


I wanted a performance to remember for the rest of my life. But money cannot always buy unforgettable memories.

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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.


Some people think of polyamory as gluttony. But I choose gourmet to gourmand.

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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 take my shower, slip on high heels… and drive!.. I‘m craving for zucchini, can’t eat fusilli anymore. …The moment I hit the gas a man jumps out of nowhere, landing nearly in front of my car..

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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…


The shock and betrayal I felt at first led to a freedom and rediscovery of our relationship I hadn’t imagined

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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…


Silence is not healing, it only deepens the trauma. Common sense and intuition might not be what your kid needs.

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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. …


I still remember that day in every detail. That unlucky day when I was very, very lucky… to survive. It’s been 30 years. They told me to forget but they didn’t tell me how.

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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…


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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…


Love in slow motion. Feel the endlessness of time to embrace sensuality.

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They longed for this day patiently to feel love with such an intensity and complete freedom.

It felt just heavenly and divine.

They stretched time before embracing. He took off her boots, slowly, thoughtfully, lovingly. Then sucked on her toes with the silky envelope of his lips while looking into her eyes intensely, knowing that everything that followed would be indelibly beautiful. They felt that endlessness of time entrusted to them. All that time to savor every second of it… with impatience and deliberate slowness…

She crawled backwards on the splendidly white cushy sheets, stretching her foot for his caresses…


2 nights. I said we should keep it to “once a day”. Not that I was counting… Because if I were I would know if it was 6 or 9…

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We arrived at the cute little yellow house rather late, around 6pm. It was close to the village of Emma and Charles Bovary, but we’d only discover that 24 hours later, after number 4…

1. When arrived… Before cooking… Sure, dinner was late. We were standing in the middle of the room, holding each other… You were inside me. It was perfect. How is it even possible? Our bodies matched perfectly for this sensational feeling of having you inside and holding me in this grip, pressing against me, immersed in one longest fervent kiss. You were hooked to (and on)…

kZenia Stairwells

An optimist, exploring the joy of writing thanks to the freedom to love

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