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Selfportraits (Patreon)

Published:
2025-10-29 10:00:04
Edited:
2026-01-28 18:06:55
Imported:
2026-10

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Tonight I remembered how I used to spend my evenings at home before the war (sorry for mentioning this word so often, but it really changed my life completely).

I used to be a bit of a weirdo))) I wasn’t into movies or TV shows (I only watched them with someone), I didn’t care about video games (or maybe my old laptop just couldn’t handle anything except Photoshop — and even that barely), and books didn’t really interest me back then either…

Tell me, what do normal people even do in the evenings at home? How do they relax?

As for me… I’d turn on every single string light I had, light candles, put on some weird outfit I once bought at a thrift store, and dance to old music in my room. And when I was warm enough and full of joy, I’d go into my sister’s room — she’d be calmly reading a book or watching a show — and force her to dance with me. Thankfully, at some point my childhood best friend moved in with us, and sometimes she joined my evening madness. Sometimes I just played ukulele, sometimes I forced everyone to play board games, and sometimes I just edited photos.

And since that certain event, I somehow stopped doing my crazy dances. I didn’t even notice how I became a couch person — constantly watching shows, playing video games, even eating dinner in front of the TV.

How did I get here? Tragic. Maybe it’s just the age… you know which one 😅 30+

So, I tried dancing again the other night. And you won’t believe it — it’s still f*cking amazing. It’s still amazing to play hide and seek, build blanket forts, invent dances, tell scary stories, blow soap bubbles.

It’s still fun.

It’s still alive.

It’s still makes me incredibly happy.

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Comments

Antoni

Well done, Julia! We should never "kill" the child we once were!🙏👌🇺🇦🌹💖

Sendrock

Fun can take so many forms and I admire your ability to find it in so many ways! I don’t believe any form is better or worse than another, just different and for different moods and seasons of our wonderful long lives. You’re amazing 😌

Matt

Hello Julia, I wrote a longer version of this on the post that got deleted :) but: Have you ever considered being a writer? Whether memoir, fiction, anything? You have a very good way of drawing out a narrative, discussing processes you’ve gone through or things that have happened. And English isn’t even your first language so that makes it all the more remarkable. In any case - you really have a talent for it.

Tim Poprdan

Haha! What you said about the things you did to relax of an evening back in the day, reminded me of, what is still, one of my all-time fav Julia Slip moments. A video, you posted to IG or Farcebook maybe 4 or 5 years ago, of you dancing on your bed to "Archie, Marry Me" by Alvvays. I've always wished there had been a longer or full clip of that! 😉😁

nudity.slip

Honestly, I miss those times a little too)))) Things felt lighter back then — emotionally and physically. I was probably too carefree, if that’s even a thing. Maybe one day I’ll find my way back to that version of me. And will have not only "truth days" but also "dancing days" And yes… I still love that song 💛

nudity.slip

Honestly, I never thought I’d be any kind of writer. In school I could barely write an essay - even the ones where you could “write whatever you want.” It just never flowed for me. Things only changed when I was about 16 and started feeling all those teenage injustices, pains and questions. I suddenly had thoughts, emotions, reflections - but I had no idea where to put them or who would ever care. Later, when I started shooting nude photography and reading a lot of spiritual literature, I also began keeping a journal. And somehow all of that slowly turned into these little reflections I write here. I still don’t think of myself as a writer. I’m definitely not someone who could write long-long-long reads or big books. I get lost in my own thoughts all the time 🤣 Most of what I write here is me trying to understand myself and world. Sometimes I don’t even know why a certain topic wants to come out or why it hurts until I see it on paper. You’re all simply witnessing that process))) And to be honest, I still don’t know how to turn this “search of myself” into something bigger. But I’m grateful that you’re here, reading these small pieces of it)

Matt

All books start with smaller pieces. Especially books of essays or memoirs or short stories. One thought in my mind when I wrote the above is that you have seen and experienced a lot, as to the war and every way that it has affected your life, your path. And the way you explain things is a way that people can relate to, and a way that probably gets people thinking then about their own lives, it reflects your questions through the reader. Which is the great thing about writing/reading. One path is to start by writing smaller pieces and getting them published one by one. Not at all different to what you are already doing. If it’s not your ambition at all I get it, of course, but I just want to tell you, “in the eye”, you have a talent for writing. And the process you described reminded me instantly of the great memoir and culture writer Joan Didion. She said: “I don’t know what I think until I write it down.”