The internet

The most loving and trusted relationship I’ve ever had is one that some new aged types would see as destructive and non-real. Because it is not physical and not with a single human being. But for me it is real. My relationship with the dear internet has been the life support machine for a sultry teenager, for a heart broken twenty something, for a woman living far away from all that is familiar. Some believe it not romantic to be hooked up, plugged in and zoned out. But I’m telling you that internet love is true. Hook me up and let me live in your beautiful cynical cyber space. Let me live in the comforting knowledge that I might never spontaneously see someone I know and say something stupid. Let me live in that world where I am always as beautiful as in my photoshopped Facebook profile, so well lit, so well timed. You’re horny when I want you, you’re sad with me, you are a million different voices saying all the things that I thought were only real to me. You’ve experienced everything I’ve experienced, you know me better than I know myself, like what I commented on my best friend’s photo at fourteen and the technical name for my toe rash. You are the poet whose book I cannot afford to buy. You are the artwork I can’t afford to see. Without you I must go out to the library and god forbid, interact with library people, the worst kind. When I hear that sweet buzz of the telephone I know you’re there, making a joke, sending a smile or a big thumbs up. And you’ll never go away. However many real life friends find me at once unattractive company, I know you’ll be there at the end of the day, with a new comforting binge watching series, with a new pumpkin soup recipe. With memes. You’re always making me laugh and cry, dear, sweet World Wide Web.


The fatal flower is the perverted shy girl, the one you wouldn’t suspect. Under a soft exterior lies a complex being with an unyielding wildness, anchored to the earth by her humble nature and inexplicable dry humour. She is the femme of now, the modern woman who’s thoughts transcend through cultures and time.

Over the coming months let ‘La Fleur Fatale’ be your guide to the hidden insights and stories of a watchful woman’s eye navigating through the ‘European’ way of life. Struggles and mishaps ensue as life is embraced and the thorny introvert femme clammers for life’s answers. All possible subjects are covered from death to Kim Kardashian and from sisterhood to the perfect strawberry frappe.

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