If there were a mental and not physical treatment to successfully treat or significantly diminish gender dysphoria, would anyone opt in? 

Photo model: Jade (Wolf Clothing)

Most of us have read Marx... it's done and dusted. Shamefully, I haven't yet. A professor, the name of whom I unfortunately do not recall, once stated in an interview that the communist ideology, much like many different and often opposing ideologies, was born from the union between intellect and decadence. By that he meant that it was conceived from within the safety net of a university lecture hall and not from a position of abject poverty. One who is in the pit of suffering often has no time to write about it! Intellectuals and academics have paved the way for many social movements, for better and for worse.

Exhale!

"What's in a name?" We'd joke at a previous job of mine.  

It's 2024 and that time again for a renewal of vows committing myself to changing what isn't working and protecting what is. It has become one of those favourite, social, cliches to make resolutions, mainly because no one expects you or themselves to live up to them. And yet, I'm a fan of making them nonetheless because we all need reasons for doing most things. Motivation is probably the biggest factor in change of all sorts: good and bad.  

I have a passion for Stand-Up comedy. I guess I have tread in the footsteps of my mother and her uncanny ability to make fun of everything and everyone in the wittiest of ways. Besides my own set of jokes I also look to others for inspiration. One such new comic Muse is Dragos Comedy (Click ME!) who tenderly baptises the former Eastern European block as "Different shades of sadness".

There was once upon a time, somewhere at the Southernmost tip of Africa a pretty, immigrant girl...

The number one killer of an otherwise normal romantic relationship isn't kids, or money, or problems in general...it's TIME. Or rather, let me be more specific: ROUTINE which is a by-product of TIME. I regularly talk to people of various backgrounds, walks of life and ages: my passion rather than my practice. It is from these multitudes of conversations that I find answers to certain introspections...as well as more questions. 

Vaya con Dios - Just a Friend of Mine

In my late teens I spent several summer holidays at Gansbaai (South Africa). My boyfriend's family owned a house on the shore. Cape Town was just swell all year round but Gansbaai was pure magic. I'd sneak out at night and sit on the shells, toes touching the salty foam, watching the two lighthouses each at opposite ends of the shore.