Silent Social Chains

Hey dear readers 💋

“Born Free, Judged Fast”

One week more, I feel the need to shine a spotlight on something obvious: I’m in love with my freedom. 

I think emotional relationships work if you don’t expect the other person to hold your hand and explain every damn thing. Personally, if I ever dip back into an emotional interaction, labels are off the table. 

There’s a razor-thin line between morality and power games, but y’all aren’t ready for that convo yet… I’ll just say morality’s a costume a lot of people wear to control others. 

That topic deserves its own boxing ring 😉 

Someone once asked me, “Do you ever let your guard down?” Hah! “Letting your guard down is for people who need a lifeboat. I swim solo.” 😎

Something that kills me is the ‘people puzzle.’ I swear I’ve got a radar for dodging what doesn’t add up—you wanna stay on my screen, you better bring fire. 

Let’s be clear, ‘cause I know some of you are feeling my words, like I’m sparking infernos in your thoughts with every line—I’m not against love, but I’m damn sure against emotional mediocrity. 

Alright, readers, buckle up—this one’s hitting like a double espresso on an empty stomach 👾

First things first: I don’t do half-assed. If I’m in, I’m in—all gas, no brakes. You know those people who dip a toe in the pool and call it swimming? Life’s too short for lukewarm BS, you feel me? 

Being single doesn’t mean you’re alone, and let’s leave the filters for coffee ☕️

Our society’s obsessed with hitting the benchmarks. My freedom philosophy scandalizes a lot of my Latin American friends, but in NYC, buddies, I just blast the thoughts everyone’s already thinking on speaker 👻

In New York, they side-eye you if you’re not hustling 24/7—even in a relationship. Meanwhile, in LatAm, they’re like, “You should be married by now,” especially to women. 

Funny thing—when I was studying in Barcelona, my bestie from business school, a Catalan girl, would lose her mind every time I dropped my takes haha

I’ll never forget her face turning colors while we played pool with some Italians at a bar in El Born. As you can see, this issue isn’t cultural—it’s rooted in social stereotypes.

Personally, don’t call me if there’s pressure—I run from drama, and I don’t owe explanations, not even to my dear mom 🤷‍♀️

It’s as simple as ‘don’t ask questions if you already know the answer.’

The saddest part? Most people live under the magnifying glass of social standards, and not just when it comes to romance. 

A friend was on a celibacy kick and told me he’s loving it—Not every day you get a confession like that over breakfast—He said he figured out something hotter than sex is not having sex, you know, while you’re in the game 🃏

Hell! I’ll admit I cracked my coffee cup—I got nervous, but damn, I was off the hook. 

Not sure if it was the hot coffee or something else making me sweat in that moment 😅

So, is sex just for personal validation? Like facing off with your most primal instinct? 

Society sells you that if you don’t have a steady partner by ‘X’ age, you’re a failed project. Me? I shatter the mold, redesign the rules—I wasn’t born to follow trends. 

Once, I was in Singapore at an event I’d been invited to. It was a table full of guys, and one of them—a friend of a colleague—tossed out, ‘The women who are pure fire are Latinas. Kim, you can tell your DNA’s got deep Latin roots’.’ I hit him with that look that says, ‘Fire, sure—but not to put out anyone’s toys.” 

Personally, I don’t buy into stereotypes. Maybe with the girls, being a woman, you fantasize about it, but I don’t swallow lines like “No ring, no complete woman,” or “If you don’t have at least one ‘situationship’ on deck, you’re wasting time.” 

Provoke me, and you’ll get a response. How’s someone like me, always on the move, supposed to have time for a serious relationship? Nobody handles distance, and from my lens, I skip those shots. My passport doesn’t need an emotional visa 😉 

A friend told me, “You’re gonna burn out.” I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. Burn out? Playing with fire is the chef’s kiss. 

Now, the question that’ll break this piece: In a relationship, is sex the most important thing? Or could you skip it and stick to the shared moments? 

Hahahahaha. 

Sorry, had to laugh, but real talk—bringing that fire to the table, for me, sharing’s optional. 

Sex is ego, plain and simple. 

I think celibacy could be one of my next decisions haha 😎

Bye now!