How I think I should address and draw a line under my recent feelings of upset, that I now understand resulted from my realisation of the extent to which romantic ideals differ between people

Instead of feeling alone and excluded, with regards to forms of romantic love I don't experience myself, I will try to be grateful for universal ideals of romantic love, that can be celebrated across its different forms, and for the way in which these universal ideals inspire me when I make music. Thank you Music. Thank you Love.

My concluding thoughts on my recent flurry of confused posts about ideas of love and sex, and an important disclaimer regarding my recent posts that may appear to criticise and pigeonhole the nature of people of different genders

Ultimately, I believe that, we are all unique individuals, and that it's not possible to pigeonhole the personalities of any of us by our gender.

Women’s bodies are just skin on bones

I loathe the way they are romanticised.

You know you’re getting old when…

But there's something I find pleasant in this new feeling. A sort of acceptance and celebration of my identity as a particular kind of human, and of my life, through what I see in others.

Loveable women

This new fascination with couples, alongside my recently reading some Bukowski and Miller, have led me to question what most women must have in them to've found this, seemingly impossible love.