LS Harteveld

The legacy of Esther Janssen

LS Harteveld — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 11:51:13 +0000

Esther Janssen. If we would be introduced, I would not recognize her name. And yet I read her vision on lovemaking and heartbreaking, countless times. 1999’s Avantgarde magazine, September edition. The glossy paper of the clipping is decorated with my own drawings and doodles. Esther’s words are captured in a home-drawn pink garland of blossoming hearts. Esther Janssen, 25 y.o., speaks about how being in love makes sex irresistible. She had seven partners: relationships in which she gave her heart, her body, her loyalty. When she was in love, her passion consumed and bound her. [...]

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LS Harteveld — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 19:41:32 +0000

I heard that you’re settled down That you found a girl and you’re married now. I heard that your dreams came true. Guess she [...]

De roze wolk van de kind-vrije vrouw

LS Harteveld — Sun, 04 Mar 2012 10:31:28 +0000

Nicht Fien die voor de kraamtijd van haar zus naar Canada was gegaan, en volgens mijn moeder ineens terug kwam met een kinderwens. Een oudste [...]

Vijf

LS Harteveld — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 12:49:44 +0000

1. “Kijk eens wie we daar hebben!” Begroet mijn vader zijn jongste broer.

2. Hij heeft twee maanden niet gegeten maar het smaakt hem [...]

erotisch verhaal: Herboren

LS Harteveld — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 08:50:10 +0000

Er waren verklaringen, studies. Geleerden die vertelden over plantages en symbolen, een slavenverleden gekerfd in het geheugen van zowel wit als zwart. Maar Lauren kende geen enkele mythe, behalve die ene, waar elke blanke haar naar vroeg; of het met de afmeting te maken had. “They come in all shapes and sizes,” antwoordde ze, zich baserend op n=2 en haar logisch verstand. [...]

White lies, dark truth

LS Harteveld — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 16:34:51 +0000

His kiss was passionate yet controlled. Powerful enough to impress, but soft enough not to hurt. I was relieved he was a good kisser, yet I was equally relieved that my toes were not tingling, my heart was not leaping out, and I still knew my own name. In other words: I wasn't in love. Good for me because David was married. [...]

Top three kissers

LS Harteveld — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:30:15 +0000

A man’s kiss is like his penis; the owner is usually clueless how it rates. Whether he’s good or bad. If you are aroused by it, or disappointed. If it’s inviting you to surrender, or forcing it’s way in. Even if he has missed 24 dental appointments and had his penis broken in three different places, he will still think his kiss and cock are the stuff that dreams are made of. [...]