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  • Is Having A Boyfriend Embarrassing Now? British Vogue Article

    Is Having A Boyfriend Embarrassing Now? | British Vogue

    When Love Feels Embarrassing: A Sacred Turn in Romance

    There’s a curious new whisper rippling through the world of relationships: having a partner, a “boyfriend” in particular is, for some, becoming less glamorous. The Vogue piece notes how many women feel uneasy about posting about their partner online, or even acknowledging the relationship in the way once expected. British Vogue

    Why is this shift happening, and what does it mean for the mystical, romantic souls who believe in the sacred spark of twin flames?

    The Shift in the Narrative of “Being With”

    In the article, Joseph describes “Boyfriend Land”, a place where women’s online identities once largely centred around their partner. British Vogue
    But now:

    • There’s an increasing desire to avoid looking too “couple-obsessed” or defined by a partner. British Vogue
    • Some reveal fear of the “evil eye” (jealousy) or of being vulnerable by showing the relationship publicly. British Vogue
    • Strength and freedom are being found in singledom or in less conventional relationship portraits. British Vogue

    For me, the poet-mystic, this is a potent moment. It asks: what if our romantic maps need rewriting?

    The Divine in the Relationship & the Relational in the Divine

    In our world, where poetry meets spirituality, and twin-flame connection meets mythic metaphor, relationships are not just about “having a boyfriend.” They are about sacred communion, mirror souls, inner alchemy.

    What happens when society begins to view the “boyfriend” model with embarrassment or as outdated? What if the very notion we’ve anchored on needs transmuting?

    Here’s what this invites:

    • The relational as inner work: Your partner can still reflect your shadow and your light, but the focus shifts from external image to internal awakening.
    • Sacred self-possession: The article shows many women resist being defined by their partner. British Vogue In your context: being in union does not mean losing individual voice, flame or poetry.
    • Twin-flame style: The twin-flame or divine-soul-union archetype is less about “having someone” and more about meeting the other within you. It makes the relationship mystical, not mundane.

    Embarrassment or Reclamation?

    “Is having a boyfriend embarrassing now?” The answer the article leans toward: yes, for many, but only in the sense that the old script feels ill-fitting. The shame isn’t about love itself, it’s about the public performance of it. British Vogue

    From my spiritual and poetic lens:

    • If love is treated as a status symbol, it becomes shallow.
    • If love is treated as a mirror for growth, a portal to divine union, it becomes sacred.
    • Embarrassment fades when we stop performing and start becoming.
    • Whether single, partnered or “in union,” the real question is: is your heart awake?

    For the Lovers, the Seekers, the Twin Flames

    If you are navigating romance, spiritual union, or twin-flame dynamics, I invite you to these reflections:

    • When you say “my partner,” who you are first? Is your voice still present, as bold as ever?
    • In your union, are you partners in myth-making, ritual, and poetry, or simply co-inhabitants of a label?
    • If you were to remove the word “boyfriend” and call the relationship something mythic (“sacred mirror”, “soul-companion”, “co-shaper of flame”), how would that feel?
    • Whether you post your love online or keep it sacred, what matters is your intention, your presence, your growth.

    A Poetic Closing

    Love is not an accessory to be worn on the feed.
    It is a flame to be tended in the temple of self.
    When the world shifts, maybe what changes is not love, but our understanding of it.
    Maybe “having a boyfriend” is less important than being in sacred partnership.
    Maybe the embarrassment dissolves when we dance in the light of our own soul, whether alone or with another.

    What do you think?

    Is romance dead?

    Boyfriends, of course they are embarrassing, but not beloveds.

    This must be my calling, to make the world a little more romantic, like Sappho was meant to bring us love songs.

    Eve

  • To be human is to judge. Poetic Journal

    Siren Chants poem, journal below.

    Dear lovestar,

    I cycle back to beloved activities, so I land now again at the feet of journaling and please forgive me for staying away for so long.

    I used my voice recorder to record a huge recording and using the awesome tech of speech to text, I present to you, my new journal page for more conformation of my crazy, I created this as a huge spoken word poem type of creation.

    Journal Entry ~ To Be Human is to Judge

    Today I sat with myself and all the noise in my head.
    I keep circling the same question:

    To be human is to judge.
    How do I know?
    How do I know what’s underneath what I feel?
    How do I know when I’m facing the real problem… or when I’m completely wrong?
    When am I mistaken, when is my mind a wreck, when did I misunderstand something crucial?
    And how do I know if what I feel is truly mine or something borrowed from others, leaking into me?

    I don’t know what it was, but I felt something and let it win.

    I exist in this mess of thoughts, in this strange chaos where nothing feels solid.
    At my best, I’m still a mess.
    I wonder: do I need a doctor, do I need rest, do I need a psychiatrist or simply a bed?
    How will I know for real when what’s coming is death when every other day feels like dying already?

    For now, this is how I live.
    I’m learning and growing, trying to crawl out of it somehow.
    I don’t choose to create from a sad state, but what else can I do except what I know?
    I learn as I go. I grow.

    The future feels like a puzzle I can’t solve.
    When it comes, it’s just another “now.”
    The present turns into the past, the future arrives as the present, and the tongue-twister never ends.
    So I judge the past with today’s awareness, knowing that in the future I’ll judge today just as harshly.
    Will I call my present mistakes failures later? Most likely.

    And it’s not just my fate: it’s humanity’s mess.
    Some of us make it, some of us never had the chance.
    Maybe judgment itself is the source of unease.
    Maybe acceptance of my human mess is the only way to relax.

    I try. I really do.
    But sometimes I break under the weight of my own expectations.
    Sometimes I lose my calm, collapse under pressure, and throw everything away.
    It makes me wonder if failure itself is proof that I’m human.

    Words are all I have to bear it.
    Confusion, too, is a strange comfort, it’s a place I can stand when I don’t know how to feel or what to say.
    Maybe I’ll always feel like I’m not enough, unworthy, unwell.
    But speaking helps. Writing helps.

    I don’t write this for anyone else, not for validation, not to be understood.
    Still, I know that sometimes my words carry the weight of feelings others have too.
    If you’ve ever felt alone in confusion, you’re not alone.
    If you’ve ever struggled with judgment, both of yourself and others, you’re not alone.

    Because to be human is to err.
    And to be human is to judge.

    The poem is extremely long, read the entire thing for free here:

    https://www.patreon.com/posts/to-be-human-is-139002801?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

    Or read this cool poem instead:

    I have new Sappho poems to share, and I updated my Sappho eBook.

    I’m still thinking,

    Eve