I spent years feeling alone in relationships. Not because love was missing, but because I wasn’t really letting myself be seen. Not fully. Not in real time. What’s changing that for me isn’t more sharing — it’s more curiosity. The kind that stays present when it’s easier to perform. The kind that makes space for real connection, even when it’s a little messy. I’m working on a project about this right now — how relational curiosity might be the missing skill in how we love, listen, and relate. If this touches something in you, I’d love to hear your experience: When have you felt unmistakably seen in a relationship — or quietly unseen, even when everything looked “good”? Just collecting thoughts, patterns, language. No pressure. Just dialogue and maaaaybe some beta testing :)

Reconnection Day 🫂 Relationships make life meaningful. So I try to take at least one day per week to reconnect with people who matter: • Call my parents • Reach out to an old friend • Grab coffee with a mentor No agenda. No hidden motive. Just real connection.

Be-A-Tourist Day 📸 When's the last time you explored your city like it wasn't just where you live? • Visit a random neighborhood • Try a restaurant you've never been to • Snap photos like a traveler Routine makes time fly. Exploration slows it down. The goal: See the world around you with fresh eyes.

You’re on your own, this is your one ride. Be here, burn bright, feel it all, flow, hold nothing back. No half-heart, no half-light. With every breath: give it all 🔥

This year instead of giving presents, I'm giving everyone my opinion 👹

I read an article about conservative gay men breaking with the queer movement and the „LGB“ Alliance as older generations fearing safe spaces vanishing, and a queer “alphabet” so broad it risks losing focus. Some argue “gender identity” sidelines same-sex attraction. Others point to migration from homophobic cultures, which reintroduced risks they thought were gone. It made me reflect on my own answer about identity. For me, it’s about connection in the moment, not gender. If I vibe with someone, that’s what matters. Why limit myself… In cities, younger people care less about labels. It feels freer: love who you love, move as you are. Elders needed safe spaces because hiding was survival. For many today, that trauma isn’t the same. There’s progress. But maybe society is also shifting in ways that make protection necessary again — not just through policies or space, but through deeper empathy. Maybe the task isn’t choosing labels or none, but learning to hold both: as tools for visibility, and as doors into something more human beneath. So: are labels (not just in sexuality) a safeguard, or do they now hold us back from seeing ourselves as one human race?

I'm at a point in my life where I don't even know the point I'm at, but I'm at that point 🫠