Remember the teacher who hugged me out of nowhere a couple of weeks ago? I’m just coming from one of her lectures and this grin on my face won’t fade. She was going through the class checking up who’s present. She said that people who have small handwriting (and she knows my handwriting is miniature size) are control freaks and told me to ask my boyfriend if I didn’t believe her. I straightened her by saying that I don’t have one and not going to have one. Her reply was something I didn’t expect: “Darling, you have to have sex.” I was so dumbfounded that my comment of not needing men to have sex was gone with the wind. I mean, I grew up in a family where two the most essential parts of life were considered a taboo (death and sex, that is). I’m not used to some stranger tell me something even my parents never said out loud.
Suffering Sappho, I’m still grinning…
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The Shakespearian quote is, by the way, from All's well that ends well, scene three in the last lines of the king of France. And the picture underneath this text is by the glorious Markus Mayer.
