Liberation Club

No matter where I live, I think I would be the same. Regardless of where I live, I will be like this. I바카라�d be living the same mundane life. And no one would ever be interested in me. I felt like if I lived like this for too long, I바카라�d shrivel up and die. That바카라�s why I invented you. You, who I바카라�ll meet someday. To you, at least, I wouldn바카라�t be that ordinary, right? I don바카라�t know who you are. I don바카라�t even know where you are and I바카라�ve never met you. Who are you?

바카라�My Liberation Notes

Over time, my friend replaced the red sofa with a green one. She managed to move back into her bedroom after sleeping on that red couch for months when she separated from her husband. Her bedroom now is her own. She has managed to reclaim it. We went to school together and then met after many years as women who had a few heartbreak stories to tell to each other. That바카라�s how we found each other. As women who were looking to be liberated.

Around the same time, another friend was going through a divorce and had come to stay over looking for some company to beat the void that her own apartment had become.

We spent a lot of time together and over cups of tea, we would often joke about forming a club of broken-hearted people. Maybe we could all stay together and if the aim was to beat loneliness, we could look at friendship as a refuge.

We were enough. We would call it the Liberation Club.

This is in the making. A place for people like me who invent lovers because the ones we found had somehow been disappointing. We understand each other as women who are struggling to locate themselves in the changing landscape of relationships. We are in our forties and therefore, the threshold generation that still believes in old-fashioned love and yet understands that the world has moved on to newer realms with new vocabulary. We are no longer afraid of endings. The beginnings are a different story. We have told each other all our stories. We have even written each other바카라�s breakup notes. We know that in order to find that liberation, we must find ourselves first. That evening, she ordered a cheesecake and talked about her marriage that had collapsed many years ago. Whether they were in love, that wasn바카라�t even the question. They were. But love wasn바카라�t enough, she said.

바카라�It is never enough,바카라� she said.

I was in a mess. She was there to help me find a soft landing. She even wrote the text for me because I just couldn바카라�t. She told her story again.

바카라�Only through stories, we can find who we are,바카라� she said.

We ate the cheesecake and went to bed.

In this issue, we have curated stories of relationships, the new ways of love and intimacy, the compromises, the rebellion and the new terrains.

Whether monogamy is the way or polyamory is what makes us adventurous, we don바카라�t know the answers.

But in the Liberation Club, we have often talked about such things, about love itself.

What바카라�s love?

And now, because we are such threshold people, we have decided to look at the outside from the window. The Liberation Club is there as a refuge.