I usually stay within the objective realm despite writing about highly subjective topics. This time around I venture outside that boundary into a more vulnerable space: on the edge of my own grey zone. 

Friendship after 40? Does it still exist? Mmmmm....maybe!

It's that time of the year again when the birds and bees are heralding the summer and the weather finally eases up in Belgium. We once again put on those sexy, party clothes and let our hair down. The yearly, Erotix salon graces the Brussels Kart Expo arena in Groot Bijgaarden; and we are drawn to it like the proverbial moths to the flame. Why?

Over the last three months or so I've had an array of people...okay...men...soliciting personal services online. Most of my followers on various social platforms are female sex workers. The most riveting and challenging conversations, over the course of a couple of months, have been, in ensemble, with a male, sex worker. Two of my close female acquaintances are cam girls, and the rest...I don't know...they don't talk much (is the mainstream crowd perpetually doomed to fearing its own shadow?).

She has beautiful, long, dark hair. Her Persian eyes, full lips and large breasts are designed by the nature Gods to tickle your fantasies. She's also a lawyer and can fill your ears with a great synopsis of Aristotle's Constitution. 

"Mind the Gap!" I remembered the eloquent voice from the London underground, some 15 years ago. I would instinctively look down, and skip over it. It had been a fun trip to London, Camden Town and a worthy reunion with an old friend. It had also served as a romantic prelude to a marriage that would later fall through the gap.