Love & Sex Part 2: Depression and Lust

Attention, I will go into detail about stuff and might be things you don’t want to know about me, so you’ve been warned.

Me never feeling loved has led me to only feel intimacy and or course validation through sex. People wanting to be my friend, or people admiring my work, while appreciated, never mattered in the same way because that doesn’t acknowledge the side of me that is in the most need of attention and validation.

When love wasn’t there and then the lack of sex, it is that which has shaped so much of who I have become. And what has fueled so much of my depression.

I use my lust as a coping mechanism against my depression but it is also the source of it in many ways. It’s easy when depressed to close down completely both emotionally and sexually, maybe more so sexually. For me, my lust has always been a huge source of inspiration and creative energy, the best way to get that “boost” in morale. When the lust isn’t there I sink deeply into apathy and it is very easy to get stuck there. So at some point in my life I started to make an effort to build up my sexual drive, mostly by letting myself enjoy porn, looking lustfully at random girls but also making an effort by resisting to cum as long as I can, also called “edging”, I used to mostly do it by masturbating for hours everyday while watching porn and being thirsty online and exchanging nudes and camming with random girls.

My hornyness is often the only source of positive feeling, in by building of lust and when I manage to get the hornyness to so immense intensity that I don’t think about anything else than sex. When I don’t think about anything else, well then I don’t think about all the bad shit in my life, I can be fully in the present and not worry. It’s a combination of escape and filling myself with the strongest and most positive feeling and sensation. It brings colour to my world and it’s an amazing feeling to look out and actually feel something, even if it’s just an intense excitement seeing a pretty girl have some little extra revealing clothes.

There is a downside, if there is no outlet for the lust, somewhere to direct it and if the orgasm isn’t shared it only amplifies the depression by enforcing the feeling of being lonely and as a failure. And the plunge into a very dark place is very hard and drastic. It takes a long time to recover and can pretty much only be done by making new successful efforts to become horny again. When wanting something more than anything else and when there is no way to fulfil that need, to cope with that realisation it tends to be a very primitive reaction, since I don’t really have any other firm ground to stand on, it all comes crashing down, it is in a sense life defining to the core of myself. In that moment it really feels like the truth about me is what it is, which I’ve been denying all this time, it is the culmination of everything that is me. The thoughts usually during that moment when unsuccessfully attempting to not be alone, is that no one wants you and will ever want you. The feeling that something is genuinely impossible can’t easily be overblown since it is a very toxic place to fall into and the longer you are in there the harder it is to shake it off.

I honestly have no idea how to not have that negative self/world-view as my base a lot of the time. Pretty much all the time I “know” that I have to spend the rest of my life alone, that I will never have what I want the most. Like by some accident I am the only person in history that is in fact unlovable. When knowing all that, you have never felt so alone as when you feel completely unseen.

Now I know, most of the time it’s all in my head because I know there people who would gladly be with me, but that’s the thing with depression, it’s fucked up.

Love & Sex Part 1: Disbelief in Love

Love might be the biggest contribution to the broken mess that is me and the disbelief I got for it.

I have never really felt fully and utterly loved, and I mean romantically so. My love for someone has always been a painful one, mostly it hasn’t been returned. There are those that have expressed their love for me, but either I didn’t feel it towards them and thus could disqualify them or there were other factors that made me question the validity of their claim. Like how could they love me, when I have kept my distance?

The long history of unrequited love, all my teenage loves were unspoken, unwelcome, and certainly unhappy. All that has naturally led to extremely low self-esteem when it comes to someone choosing me, falling in love with me, the real me. Of course I know those are insecurities that many have but  after a while I started to take it as truth, that I might actually be unlovable.

So I stopped trying and depression was the only thing I had left. What’s the point to do anything if I will never experience what’s good about life? One would also think that the longer it goes the easier it would be for me to fall for someone, like take the first person comes along, but the opposite is true, sure I might be open to most people but for me to fall for them is very hard. I’m not sure if it is because I don’t feel that I deserve to be loved or if I have impossible unrealistic views of what love should be.

Having never experienced what healthy love could be has also made me a disbeliever, not that I reject the concept of love, more that I don’t think it is what it is said to be. Together with they disbelief I did however reject the concept of relationships and family. I have embraced that fact, that I don’t have to try and find someone to have a family with, that I don’t have to have children.

Dropping out of the race, it is to be honestly just me accepting and making It my choice to not be loveable or relationship material, accepting that I won’t find love and thus closing that part of me down for good. I do however have a strong suspicion it is self-preservation on my part, it’s easier to not believe something is real than to accept that you don’t deserve it.

There is immense freedom in that and it let’s me pursue a completely egotistical life, I don’t even have my cats anymore so I really don’t have anyone else to think about. At the same time it does feel strange not being part of anyone’s life in any meaningful way. It takes quite a bit of internal struggle to shut down the hope that it could happen, that sometimes turns up after meeting someone that really triggers my romantic side, I have to forcefully remind oneself about principles and goals.

What remains is the need for intimacy and it only comes in form of sex. Come back tomorrow that part.

Lookback April 2018

Year One Update

In the end of mars 2018 I was in a creative crisis, I simply asked myself, me as a photographer that doesn’t photograph, what am I? So I decided that from then on I would take one photograph at a minimum everyday, but not only take it, I had to post it online.  My thinking was, that even if I can’t really photograph what I want to photograph, meaning erotic photography, then at least I should photograph something, if nothing else to practise and to experiment. So I started doing street photography. I decided also that I wouldn’t care too much if actually managed to take a good photo or not, this project would be mostly about experimenting and actually feeling like a photographer, which means thinking and looking like one at all times which I kind of lost because how life went and not keeping up with photographing.

So now a year later, I have to say it was way easier than I thought it would be. Sure there were some near misses where I almost forgot but the vast majority of days I managed to capture something. I also very much appreciate that I gave myself “permission” to not have good photos because I do feel I get insights with my experimentation with filters and colour. Those days when I was being overly lazy and mostly want to do other stuff I had to figure out how to still take a photo, so knowing I had that loose quality freedom made it all much more fun. I’ve mostly been using my phone and that has been a hugely humbling experience, since I again have to learn about technical limitations but it also makes me realise that a good photo is still good when it’s technically bad. So to be able to always take the photo is far far more important than any technical issue. 

Some problems that I realised about myself were as I mentioned I can be a bit lazy, I spend way too little time each day actually taking photos, some days I just take one or two photos.  I am also a huge coward, you can tell in my photos that there are no risks taken and there is always a distance. I have to also get over my “shyness” where I often don’t go near the subjects and avoid interacting with them, mostly because I don’t want to get stuck talking with someone and just want to be on my way.  That leads to me not really exploring anything to any real depth, so everything is kind of things I don’t really care about, because if it would be something I cared about I would have to actually make an effort. 

Going forward I will continue my experimentation with colour and filters, because I’m trying to figure something, not sure exactly what but I feel I’m on to something and I need to find it. I will also try to do more explicit and vulgar experiments and I really need to try and explore more sexuality and erotism in my photography, even if it is street photography. I have to start doing what I say I am about, what I care about.

At the end of each month I will post some photos from the last years month, a look back. Starting next week with April.

Erotic photography and being a Perv

Let’s start from the beginning, as long as I can remember I’ve always been sexually curious and adventurous but along the way I closed that part of me off. I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it is a combination where I developed low self-esteem because I was overweight, had quite a lack of attention from girls that made me shy. In your teenage years you don’t really talk openly about stuff like that so I bottled it all up thinking I was the only one. 

It took me a very long time to feel comfortable being a sexual being again, to able to let out the pervert in me. I had closed that part of me so good that for me to even start that recovery had to be initiated by an outside force, by someone else. Once I did start to recover it was like waking up from a very long sleep. I have a huge part of my life where I not only were in deep depression but in total apathy also because of how deeply I had repressed my sexuality. So when I woke up from my slumber and had my sexual reawakening I also started to want things from life, wanted to do things. It started to become apparent that my sexuality was linked with every part of me, the thing that tied everything together, it was the source of my will, creativity, motivation and ambition.

A result was that I no longer wanted to just isolate myself, I wanted to explore the world and see whats out there, I wanted to experience things. Me wanting to explore and live in the world more I bought a camera, with no initial ambitious but nonetheless I took quite a liking to photography, Though, it wasn’t until I started to photograph women, especially with who I also could express my sexual side with, it was then that I knew it was it for me. I was a photographer and it would be my life. The pleasure that I get from nice company is also what inspires my creativity, so in a sense they are very much tied together, so why not embrace it fully? So for me to develop an ambition within photography that somehow directly involved sex and women was just inevitable and from what I’ve come to realise it is also the only way for me to create something that is from deep within me, genuinely me, and it is then that I have the potential to actually create something good. 

I tried to be a “proper” photographer for the longest time, trying to do it by the “book” and that meant to once again suppress my sexual side because I didn’t want to be “that” guy. Of course my photography was rubbish since it lacked any hint of anything genuine or any “soul”. I tried to be professional instead of a photographer. All changed when I did an internship in Paris 2015, I wrote in my notebook and asked myself: “What would I photograph if I could photograph anything I wanted?”. It is probably obvious to everyone what I wrote but to this day I’m surprised why it like such a big deal to “rediscover” that part of me. 

It was then that I feel that I actually got ambitious for real, I knew then what I had to do and that I have to become great. No more playing around not daring to dream big. It’s not even important if I actually do create something good or not, but I have to try, may it cost whatever it costs. The first cost was simple, I realised that since I was free, being single and childless that I  had a chance to really go for it. So I have given up on ever having a family or even a relationship, at least one that didn’t directly somehow connect and help with my creative ambitions. So no longer would I have to spend so much energy on wanting to find someone that would “complete” me. Accepting that I have huge hole in me and leaning to live with it to chase something more important was very liberating. 

Simply, I want a horny and creative life, it excites me. It allows me to explore in ways I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. I want to express the core of me in its simplicity, the drive that makes me curious about the world and I want to find that spark out there in others. Photography is a tool to see what I really want to see and enables me to do what I really want to do, and I would argue that is one of the most important aspects of photography. It should be apparent now that I don’t have overly “sanitised” ambitions or goals with my photography, but that doesn’t mean it is in any way less ambitious in all its glorious dirtyness. I want it to be messy as I am and as inappropriately open as I can be.

I’ve given myself ten years to come to a point where my photography could be considered to be genuinely something good even if it is in a genre not accepted.  And once I’ve come to the point some of my photos are considered genuinely good, I then have another ten years to become great.(if I manage to live that long.)


So, what is my goal with having a blog? Well to start with my first goal is to have content posted everyday, to have some kind schedule. Of course it will take awhile and then I have to reorient my goals.

As always, suggestions are welcome!

Introduction and why Paris?

Where do I even start to explain my whole route to this point? How did I end up homeless, or a vagabond as I like to call it, in Paris with an economy so messed up it will take decades to sort it out? How did manage to end up in a densely populated cities yet still be very isolated and sex-/loveless man? I kind of need to go into all the messed up and unhealthy parts of me for it all to really make any sense, so all the trigger warnings for all future has been stated as of now. I will start with a quick intro and go into more depth at a later date.

The biggest factor is probably my depression that is cause of so much, but that in turn is also caused by many other factors. In short, being fat and unloved has lead to depression that led to isolation that led to a hole inside that I tried to fill with gadgets, I also developed an overactive sexdrive and as common with depression I had a constant steam of suicidal thoughts. So when all that culminated in me being overly in debt because of all the gadgets, totally broke, stuck in a small town and being sexually frustrated with no hope in sight of improvement, I kind of came to a point where I felt I was days away from actual suicide. So in one last attempt to find any kind of will to live I sold everything I owned, jumped on a plane to Paris to chase my dreams!

As I should have expected, it wouldn’t go amazingly well starting a whole new life in a totally new country and culture. Finding work and learning to speak the language turned out to be harder than I thought. Also my depression and asocial tendencies didn’t magically disappear. So after not finding work or any kind of income I ended up on the streets and it has been hard and I don’t know how I would have managed without the generosity of strangers or people I know. Despite the hardship it really does feel like the right decision to come here and I am again totally confidant in my passion and ambition of pursuing photography as far as I can take it. 

So why did take such a huge step and why Paris? Paris has been historically quite an erotic city and where much of photographic history takes place so it started to make sense that it would be the city where I would try to combine the two things that interest me the most, sex and photography. Also for many of the photographers I admire, they had their pilgrimage to Paris at some point in their career. But that isn’t quite the whole picture.

The simplest way to describe my biggest attraction is that when I was here back in 2015 for an internship I felt a calmness that I haven’t really felt anywhere else, something I wasn’t even looking for in life. I’ve tried to figure it out and I think I’m calm here because I know I can take it easy knowing there is adventure around most corners and I just have to take a step to start the process of finding it. It’s being secure that there will always be potential out there for all kinds of things and that I just have to find it. I have always felt restless in towns and cities that I’ve lived in, all have been smallish and you pretty much knew all that was possible. Maybe I just needed a bigger city or a different culture, but Paris was where I felt a sense of peace and I fell in love with the city. 

After I came back home to Finland from Paris 2015, I started to become more and more honest with myself. With things like that I missed the boat on love, starting a family and all that I thought I wanted and then I realised I had nothing holding me back, no one that needed me to stay anywhere, so I made the decision to give up on love and ever having a family and just concentrate on a life where I still could find enjoyment, even if it means that brief sexual encounters will be the only way I feel connection and intimacy. Paris with its suburbs have more people than the entire country of Sweden, so odds seem little better for a life like that. 

I felt such relief and freedom after making the decision and I knew moving to Paris was absolutely something I had to do.


So I finally decided that I might need a website and a blog. Somewhere I can gather all my content and all my thoughts.

This is for you so I will always be interested in hearing what you find interesting and what you hope to see more of, so don’t hesitate to contact me!