@schoonschrijven

Je leek donker, Italiaans bijna, op je Twitter avatar van 1bij1cm. Je schrijfsels kwamen zo hard binnen dat ik even dacht dat ramen en deuren wijd open stonden. Totaal onverwacht voegde je me toe op Facebook en daar bleek mijn nieuwste vriend Mark Schoones blond. Opgelucht bladerde ik door je foto’s. Natuurlijk leek je nergens op de donkere Valentino. Mijn glimlach bij een gefilmd interview op je studentenkamer zag ik aan voor vertedering. DM’s, emails en twitterregens. Een groet werd een knuffel, liefs een kus. [...]

Face it - a cougar's confession

It’s not going to happen. Me and the over 40 guys, it’s just not. I fooled myself for a very long time: “I like Rutger Hauer! and he’s like 65 or something!” “I would SO do Eric Roberts!” “Brad Pitt is still hot.” Sure babe. [...]

Pussover

I’m not eating. I’m not eating because the restaurant has put garlic in all warm dishes and the last thing I want is to create more problems in my love life. “Look.” I unfold an A4, carefully avoiding the wine stains and Joyce’s pumpkin soup. [...]

erotisch verhaal: Playboy

Grijze ogen. Haar donkere wenkbrauwen piepen nog net onder de dikke rand van de muts vandaan. Het oud papier in de hal klappert, in de ijzige december wind. “Hoi, ik kom voor de locatie. Voor Playboy.“ Handschoenen trekken de witte sjaal iets naar beneden. “Ik ben Lauren.” De donkere jongen steekt zijn hand uit. “Samuel.” [...]

Name

The eyes are still black. Charcoal-like streaks cover his lower and upper eyelids. Mascara thickens the eye lashes that are no doubt already long and thick by themselves. “Remind me. Why did I agree to keep this make-up on?” The first words of the young man. He must be somewhere in his early twenties. “I’m small, coloured, and now I look gay.” [...]

Cougar Town

Last year. It’s my first time in New York City. A taxi brings me from JFK to my hotel. Traffic already dense in the morning mist. Sightseeing buses making early stops at every corner of the street, with vehicle-long advertisements on the side: C o u g a r T o w n. T h e S e x y N e w C o m e d y O n A B C. [...]

The Joy of men and cats

Joyce has two cats. Brothers, both called Moon, in different languages. Moon 1 and 2 have a different colour, but identical large physiques, friendly faces and those guilt trip almond shaped eyes. Joyce is a professional Tantra teacher and I am her professional yoga teacher. But we’re also friends. The first time she invited me at her home, we were still discussing the feng-sui effects of her front door sticker “NO unaddressed mailings” (my advice was to replace it with a Yes! sign, a Thank you! sticker, or a pottery plate with Gratitude lives here) when I spotted Moon 1 lying belly up on the couch. [...]