Talking to one another

My communication was pretty clear until I moved to the Seychelles. I then got told that I can’t talk the way I do.

My communication was pretty clear until I moved to the Seychelles.

I then got told that I can’t talk the way I do. (After numerous places, it was by the way the first country with English as official language). It was considered harsch, fast, intimidating, direct, unpolite. Suddenly I found myself in the struggle of polite-nising, fluffy-ing and wish-washing my language, translating thoughts from my mother tongue, over my growing-up-countrie’s language into English… I re-read and re-wrote mails, re-thought every word I said and finally found myself unable to breathe of all this talking-thinking. whatever I did, it was never good enough (more about these characters soon).

It’s 2015. Seychelles is history. I again loosened up. my expressions might not be to everyone’s liking, but they are pretty clear and they will always come from my heart, and a place of loving. I learned how to express my desires. and whenever appropriate, I say what I feel. and only feel.

‘Let’s remember how to talk to one another. For real. And let’s have the courage to talk about the uncomfortable things and the things we really want.’

For God’s sake talk dirty to me

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