A man is approaching me, and he asks me: "Why do you talk about "her"? Isn't that a way of distancing yourself from "her?"

- No, no, no, it's the other way around, I say, with a certain emphasis in my voice.

How can we be more compassionate towards each other, asks Charlotte Cronquist, the Swedish love warrior

And still, the harm reduction thing still lingers in my system. I think it’s an interesting paradox.

And I had an aha… me being a warrior of love, might have been born from that idea my parents had - that I had the right to express myself, and that my world and words counted.

I am still shivering. I am alive.

Who am I really?

It’s like we have found a piece of Earth, not destroyed by man. It’s like being in a window of opportunity. Nature is still there. And we can live with it… being part of it… not seeing ourselves as superior to it.

Two hours later the rain is gone, and I feel refreshed and soft, knowing that touch is my most important love language. I am happy we share this, the enjoyment of touch and pleasure.

And now I see it being less controversial to name female sexuality. Something has happened. And I might be a part of that. I might be one of the persons in the front line.

That could be part of my legacy.

”When I feel really pressured by criticism, my primal brain is activated, and I have a ”near death experience”

And still… there is so much in me that are tired of the insecurities, also in my daily life. Why can’t I just say, like Rhett Butler in Gone with the wind: ”Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

What if this is what happens when I am saying yes to me?

As I see it, we have a void in us.We can fear that void.Or being friends with it.When we don’t explore it, fear lingers. And we even try to ignore the presence of the void.