reflections – Frida Robles

How to start writing this text? Maybe by acknowledging that I have no clue regarding viruses, pandemics and health system structures; that I will write from a very personal perspective, without quotes, without figures, without validation. What space is there for bare opinions? For personal stories that emerge out of our own normal lives, outContinue reading

Handle with care

More and more I reflect upon the need to respect oneself. I have lived a life of lies. Disguising myself, trying to fit in the schemes of other broken selves. What a better way to look at oneself than with the warning of “Handle with care”? Fanon argues that “a member of a colonized peopleContinue reading “Handle with care”

Improvised reflections on romantic love

Im addicted to romantic love. There it is. I’ve said it. Im addicted to remembering how fucking sweet your lips tasted because of the special cigarette paper you always bought. I’m addicted to think about your beautiful naked body holding me with absolute surrender. I remember your smile and your eyes and how you actuallyContinue reading “Improvised reflections on romantic love”