by Zelda | Oct 3, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
The wiphash: how I became a homeless with a Harrods bag. On the way out towards freedom … So he left me homeless. He didn’t come with me to London as promised, and fucked Nanna instead, in our bed. When I came back from London, he was very anxious to talk...
by Zelda | Oct 2, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Over the years – How I managed ten years without sex – homosexuals covert at ENS… and friendship ! But I would have preferred a lover… Over the years, I survived because of the countless trips we made and because of my friendships. I had many...
by Zelda | Jul 8, 2020 | Stories, Writings
It started with a friendship, a union of souls. Our first film together was Bright Star, on the life of John Keats, who blessed us, and Jim conquered me with a rose. This rose is still inside a handmade pot and was a very thin one; nobody would have bet on its...
by Zelda | Jun 24, 2020 | Stories, Writings
Paris: the beginning of the end. A romantic story between an artist and a bipolar philosopher turns into one of psychological violence. I was sitting in the kitchen, next to the sink, he was hanging around, getting closer to me, then he stopped and told me he had...
by Zelda | May 28, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth Prologue Paris, main entrance of BHV. A boy around 37, dark eyes, a cowboy stride, is waiting. Not very tall, average, could seem Spanish but he’s English. A girl arrives and smiles at him. “Hi Tom!” The guy hides a half...
by Zelda | Nov 13, 2019 | Stories, Writings
“Do you like my dick?”. This is how Alex began that afternoon on the île de la Cité: the glans of Paris. No, we’re not talking about a rude vulgar man with an incontrollable level of testosterone, but of a maître de conference, normalien. And the ENS is where probably...
