I am in a (more or less) relationship with a moroccon surfer since last year, end of october. it’s amazing, awesome, fascinating and exciting but on the other hand – of course – also challenging, weird, exhausting and difficult sometimes.
we share the passion for surfing, for music, the sun, the ocean and for each other. I don’t know if this is enough, but I will definitely give it a try. every now and then I’m telling another friend or relative about my love. some of them react positive and are happy that I’m happy. but many of them are against our international “project”.
it was really a devastating experience for me to see some of my “oh so” academic and cosmopolitan friends behave like fucking nazis (sorry, I’m exaggerating here). they don’t think our love is true, they think he’s in me because of financial issues, they think we don’t have a future.
maybe they are right, but you know what!? I have to give it a try, because I’m not into a black man, not into a muslim, not into a poor fellow – I’m in love with a human being.