Lovers — I can’t seem to get the idea out of my mind. I want to be a lover, I want to have a lover. But lovers aren’t necessarily singular. Take Zimbabwia, we’ve been to six countries now and she’s had a lover in five (go girl). So if I’m going to learn to be… Continue reading The Challenges of African Dancing: Part 2 — The Challenges of Lovers
When I travelled to India it was the imbalance between men and women challenged me. When I lived in Sweden it was the conservative nature of the people that challenged me. This is what I love about travelling. I love my perception of ‘normal’ to be challenged, to have my boundaries pushed and continue to… Continue reading The Challenges of African Dancing
Wet and covered only by a teeny tiny towel, I dash upstairs hoping to make it to Shirley’s room before being spotted. As luck would have it I’m caught mid stairwell. We’re both startled by one another. He takes in my seemingly naked form and starts talking - ‘Sorry’, I interrupt, ‘I don’t speak Dutch’.… Continue reading The Pick-up Artist and the Sex-positive Blogger: Interview or Porno?