︎Cea mai pura dragoste

Daniela Groza, 36
Romania & US



“Renée a fost prima mea dragoste. Ne-am intalnit printr-o forta a naturii inexplicabila. Ea ma vazuse pe strada conducand o mini-motocicleta si si-a dorit sa stie cine sunt. Chicago e un oras mare, sansele sa ma intalneasca erau minime. Dar intr-o buna zi, la cateva luni dupa ce m-a vazut, ne-am gasit la barul unui restaurant luand notite impreuna ~ ne angajaseram in acelasi loc. Ea era ‘straight’, si la 28 de ani a fost socata sa afle ca se indragostise de o femeie. Au urmat 3 ani doldora de aventura, si o dragoste rar intalnita. Era calda, canta la chitara si din voce, si era frumoasa si avea un simt al umorului sec si puternic. Adora sa plecam cateva zile pe coasta Pacificului in Jeep-ul nostru decapotabil cu Georgia, catelul nostru. Faceam camping la Bear River, gateam la foc de tabara si beam multa bere si vin. De aici au pornit necazurile noastre. Inca din prima saptamana cand am cunoscut-o, ma rugase sa ies cu ea la un bar la 2 dimineata. Eu nu beau de obicei, iar doua dimineata este o ora imposibila pentru mine. Dar am facut-o pentru ea, timp de trei ani. Pentru ca isi punea mana dreapta pe pieptul meu cand conducea cu stanga si imi spunea mereu cat de mult ma iubeste, o inspiram. Insa eu sufeream de indecizia ei de a se casatori cu mine, in ciuda dragostei, nu putea sa accepte ca e gay pe bune. I-am cerut mana la Paris, inelul a venit pe o tavita mica de argint langa un ecler. Pe gat am tatuat ‘éclair’, si nu a fost facut pentru Renée sau amintirea ei, dar poate a fost, si doar acum realizez.
Au trecut 7 ani de cand am plecat de langa ea, si ramane omul cu care am capatat intimitatea necesara sa exprim cea mai pura dragoste, cele mai adevarate dezlantuiri. Acum o iubesc pe Lily, mi-au trebuit acesti 7 ani de munca sa pot deveni omul dorit, sa pot fi cu omul potrivit. Dar asa am gasit-o pe Lily Pearl, si dragostea este de nedescris. Poate as putea spune cat de mult ma bucur in fiecare dimineata cand ma trezesc si imi alunec mana sub a ei, si ea, adormita, mi-o strange cu drag si ma apropie de corpul ei. Nu am nevoie de prea mult, numai de caldura si tandrete, sa ma simt in siguranta, ca intr-o placenta.”






︎Pielea Liviei

Orsolya, 28
Cluj-Napoca, Romania


“Ne-am cunoscut prin februarie. Mi-a zis de la bun început că are o relație, dar Livia este de acord ca el să se mai vadă și cu alte fete – despre care vorbea cu termenul de „iubitele mele”; odată când ne certam chiar a zis: „Este decizia ta dacă vrei sau nu să faci parte din galaxia iubitelor mele”. [...]”










︎Un loc părăsit

Dan Coman, 44
Bistrița, România



“Intimitatea e o chestiune
care ţine de tehnică
așa că desprinde-te
şi mergi singur printre
păpădii.
Zîmbeşte, lasă umbra să
se lungească la dreapta
ta..”














︎Life in a caravan

Susy
Portugal




“This was the beginning of our story. Magical Love. Our relationship was like an expansion of all the good feelings. This was meant to be. We were searching for each other in these interconnected Universes until we met..”

︎Truly present

Ioana


“I’ve learned that I can have moments of true connection and intimacy with almost anyone. For me, these moments come when I’m most at peace with myself and present, truly present, in whatever is happening in that moment. It’s a difficult thing to do and I cherish it very much when it happens, even if it’s just for a few seconds.”











︎Clumsy around intimacy

Cristina, 30
Romania



“I’m clumsy around intimacy,
it follows me, like a hungry cat
at the door, tripping my every step
always too soon
for trust, or secrets, or reveals,
for seeing, touching, kissing
the scars
the anger at someone betraying you”

︎At home

Alex
Bucharest, Romania


“Intimacy is not just our relationship with people. It is also our way of relating to objects, places, books, images, tastes and smells, a reflection of our desperate need to feel “at home”.












︎Darkness and silence

Gabriela, 25
Romania



“Someone once asked me what I was most afraid of. I said stairs and death. But with time I’ve stopped taking the elevator and started climbing those damn stairs, even if my legs were shaking. I’ve started to believe that we are all just energies that will come back in a different form, so the dying part didn’t look so scary either. But when I’m alone in the shower, and the water runs faster than my heartbeats, I know it’s love, the one that I’m the most afraid of, that terrifies me, that hits me in the chest so bad that I can hardly breathe. The love that I’m missing.











︎Some love is not to be forgotten

May, 31
Arizona


︎Pure ecstasy

Emily

“There had been many lovers before.
Those who came and gave me their version of what loved looked like, which I accepted no matter how tainted it looked. You have the young ones that are pure lust since you don’t quite understand what relationships are just yet. I considered them the practice..





















︎My house

Cristina, 30
Romania



“I panic at the thought
of sharing my house with someone
(my bed, my books,
my cat)
of him finding out I’m not as
smart or pretty or tidy
as he thought,
of him not liking the way I
smell in the morning,
my crooked nose
my unshaved legs
my too long getting ready
the perfume I bought myself when I turned 30.
and then one morning, as I wake up,
there they are,
in bitter autumn light:
my house, my bed, my books,
my cat.”



















︎Emotional distance

Antonius, 37
Australia




“My father – a stern man. There was a great emotional distance to reach him or for him to reach me. He found greater satisfaction in work than in family. Nonetheless there were those rare moments in the evening, in which he’d loosen – cold problem-solving analysis broke away to something warmer, more expressive, some would say more human.”




︎O invingatoare

Andra, 27
Romania



“Sunt mandra de poza asta pentru ca este o expresie a biruintei asupra depresiei.