Relationships and sexuality: what Shamy teaches us

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Oh, boy. The socially awkward girl (a.k.a myself) is going to discuss relationships. Are you ready? It promises to be interesting. Let me give you a hug, first.


Ah, relationships. I spent a long time in front of my screen before writing this. I couldn’t stop writing a sentence and pressing delete again and again. I felt like either my words were too rational, or too intimate. There was no balance. I also didn’t want to write a piece that would only speak to fans of The Big Bang Theory. I hope you, reader, can relate, whatever you are a fan or not. It is not a big deal. I also hope you don’t mind reading a long article, I have a lot to say.Read More »


This year, I tried to light up the world

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If I had to sum up this year, I would say it has been a lot about seeing candles burn. I started to light candles to make my home lovely and warm to feel better, and I ended up lighting candles for the victims of attacks all over the world. I lighted candles to enjoy a safe place, I lighted candles to wish for a safer place for everyone.

In this period of Chanukah and as I know and follow several Jews, I assist to the lighting of their chanukiah every night. During eight days, Jews light a new branch, from right to left, perfect metaphor of light’s victory over darkness. The gradual triumph of good over evil. “We must light up the world more and more every night“, as I got explained. These words have found a resonance in me.

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What is Christmas like for you? (recipes and magical thoughts)

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It is that time of the year again and it comes with its lights in the streets and its feelings of hope and joy, as usual. You gather with your friends around a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of cake in a warm cafe during hours. You go to the Christmas market and try every kind of waffles and crepes, drink mulled wine for two euros (or spiced tea, if you don’t drink alcohol like me) and you walk around the stands, looking at little boys and girls sit on Santa’s knees. You randomly pick a movie and watch it with your family, with blankets and pillows and pets around while it is cold outside. Well, at least this is how I picture December…. Usually.

Winter 2014/2015, when I still had long and pretty hair and was enjoying a so unexpected snow with a hot beverage.

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Suffragette: when Cinema punches me in the face

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Last Thursday, I happily went to the cinema with a friend of mine. For a long time, a movie was getting my attention and I was waiting for November with many joy and impatience, looking forward to know how Carey Mulligan, Helena Bonham Carter and Meryl Streep would play their characters in a divided UK. I am of course speaking of :


French poster

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Grok with us: When I am asked about Hollywood and romantic comedies

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Wow, two articles about GrokNation in two days… Grokking about life is definitely a full-time job. I can’t even concentrate on my studies as my head is full of questions and ideas. I also have other articles in preparation, don’t worry. ;)

Mayim Bialik, the founder of GrokNation, published her last article in which she asks us three questions:Read More »

Grok with us: What are you grateful for?

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I’m the one trying to fly. Pure joy.

Like me, if you are not American, you have certainly heard about Thanksgiving without really understanding the concept. “What? You gather your family and you prepare a huge meal? Oh, okay, in France we call that a typical Sunday.” Everything sounds more festive in America, right? They can make a typical French Sunday with your family fighting about politics look like a big party with food, more food, even more food. It must be a way to get prepared before Christmas, like a pre-marathon.

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When I grokked to tears

* Grok : to understand (something) intuitively or by empathy * 

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Last week, Paris suffered from bombings, fusillade, and hostage-taking. It is not the first time I speak about it and even if I stop doing it here, I am not sure to be able to forget what happened… I am still shocked and I see signs everywhere. I can’t help wondering who will be next, when and where it will occur. I am not sure to be able to put aside my feeling of insecurity. If you want, I invite you to click here to know my first reaction, at 2 am, while I was watching the news. It is not a beautiful article, it is a feelingful article. You, also, can click here to read a text I wrote to give hope. I think it kind of works as it made me and two friends cry, say I love you to each other, and smile like Neville when he decides to ask Luna out during the final fight of Hogwarts. Actually, I believe we all should be and act like Neville today. He has never lost hope. He has never stopped loving. He has always been there for his friends and his family. He knows what honesty, brotherhood and solidarity mean. We all should be Neville.

Let’s fight war with art.

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I want to escape from this world but “fluctuat nec mergitur”

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I don’t really know how to present the text you are going to read. After what happened in my country (France), the only message I want to spread is keep having fun, keep hoping, keep loving. I hope it is as good in English as it seems to be in French.

Love, Marion



Fluctuat nec mergitur. Tossed but not sunk.

You know, I am scared. Scared to lose you, for now on. I am scared you will not be there tomorrow, scared I will not see your smile or smell your scent again. I am scared you will disappear in a breath, in their breaths. I am scared we will forget you, stamp you, scared you will only remain a picture or a stain on a wall. I am scared we will neglect you, abandon you, scared we will say you are not worth it anymore, it is too late and we will not see you again. This fear ingratiates like a poison, it is an endless spiral whose goal is to paralyse us, divide us and make us forget how strong, how happy, how beautiful we are together.

Our duo is sumptuous, I shiver when I think of it. We are made for being together, for laughing, eating, talking, flying, dreaming. A deux we are taller, we have much more to give. And we are inseparable, you and I. We two, you around me and I appealling to you as believers keep their head down on their interlaced hands. I don’t imagine my life without you, it is impossible. We are made for each other.

I have grown up with you, you have been a part of every single moment of my life. When I learnt my first lessons, you were there. When I, for the first time, walked alone in the streets of my town. When I answered “I disagree” to a teacher. You were there. You have always been there. Lurking in the shadow. But not like a perverse and malignant silhouette, more like a kindly presence that waited for me to discover its existence. You waited patiently during months, entire years before I noticed you and understand why. Why were you here? Why didn’t you show up? Why all those secrets around you? Simply because your beauty equals your fragility. And you needed guarantees, you wanted to test me, see if you could trust me and show your true colors and the extent of your art, radiance, sumptuousness.

And one day, everything was clear to me. It was you, you that I only knew through books, movies, photos. You that I pictured as the wind in my hair, inexhaustible tides, quotes written with paint on walls and cobblestones. You, the little voice, you, muse of poets, you, the reason of all my thoughts about equality and happiness. It was you, freedom.

Freedom, I want to scream your name on rooftops, throw you at people’s face who refuse to hear you, make you melt like chocolate and eat you on the terrace. I think I could die for you, freedom, if my action could allow many others to be almost within reach of your existence.

Freedom, we know each other for so long, our couple is melodious like a sheet music and our pianist, it is life itself. Lately, our musician took a blow, his hands were badly hurt but he kept playing, he never stopped, and all of that only for you, freedom. He knew jolts that, if I avoided using euphemisms, were like tsunamis we denied. He slipped on his keyboard, offbeat, he almost lost his hands, but very quickly he was joined by an entire orchestra. All of that to please you, freedom.

So you know, you can let me down sometimes, you can lead me to impasses, make me scream with exasperation, make you blush with your truth, I will never give up on you. I will be with you till the end because you are the only one I want to defend. Because you represent all of us. And even if I am scared to lose you, even if I will not be there for ever, even if you seem to be compromised, I will stand by those who engrave your name in stone, memories, and hearts. Because I believe in you, freedom, as you have always believed in me.

Fluctuat nec mergitur. Il est battu par les flots mais ne sombre pas.

Tu sais, j’ai peur. Peur de te perdre, désormais. J’ai peur que demain, tu ne sois plus là, que je ne puisse plus voir ton sourire ou sentir ton odeur. J’ai peur que tu disparaisses dans un souffle, dans celui de ceux qui t’auront mise à terre. J’ai peur qu’on t’oublie, qu’on te piétine, que tu ne sois plus rien qu’une photo ou une tache sur un mur. J’ai peur qu’on te délaisse, qu’on t’abandonne, qu’on se dise que tu n’en vaux plus la peine, que c’est trop tard et qu’on ne pourra plus jamais te revoir. Cette peur s’insinue comme un poison, c’est un engrenage sans fin dont le but est de nous paralyser, de nous diviser et de nous faire oublier à quel point on est forts, on est heureux, on est beaux ensemble.

Je trouve notre duo magnifique, j’en ai des frissons quand j’y pense. On est faites pour être ensemble, pour rire, pour manger, pour jaser, pour s’envoler, pour rêver. A deux on est plus grandes, on a plus à offrir. Et puis, on est indissociables, toi et moi. Nous deux, l’une dans l’autre, toi autour de moi et moi t’invoquant comme les croyants baissent la tête sur leurs mains entrelacées. Je n’imagine pas ma vie sans toi, c’est impossible. On est faites l’une pour l’autre.

J’ai grandi avec toi, tu as fait partie des moindres moments de ma vie. Quand j’ai appris mes premières leçons, tu étais là. Quand j’ai, pour la première fois, marché seule dans les rues de ma ville. Quand j’ai répondu “je ne suis pas d’accord” à un professeur. Tu étais là. Tu as toujours été là. Tapis dans l’ombre. Mais pas comme une silhouette perverse et maligne, plutôt comme une présence bienveillante qui attendait que je la découvre et lui donne un nom. Tu as patienté, des mois, des années entières avant que je prenne conscience de ton existence et que je comprenne pourquoi. Pourquoi étais-tu là ? Pourquoi ne te montrais-tu pas ? Pourquoi tous ces secrets autour de toi ? Tout simplement parce qu’aussi grande soit ta beauté, ta fragilité l’est tout autant. Et tu avais besoin de garanties, tu voulais me tester, voir si tu pouvais me faire confiance et si tu pouvais te dévoiler à moi et montrer l’étendue de ton art, de ton éclat, de ta richesse.

Et puis, un jour, tout m’est paru clair. C’était donc toi, toi que je ne connaissais qu’à travers les livres, les films, les photographies ? Toi que j’associais au vent dans mes cheveux, aux marées infatigables, aux citations écrites à la peinture sur les murs et les pavés. Toi, la petite voix, toi la muse des poètes, toi la raison de toutes mes pensées d’égalité et de poursuite d’un bonheur sans nom. C’était donc toi, liberté.

Liberté, j’ai envie de te crier sur tous les toits, de te lancer au visage de ceux qui refusent de t’entendre, de te faire fondre comme du chocolat et de te déguster en terrasse. Je pense que je pourrais mourir pour toi, liberté, si grâce à ça d’autres pouvaient ne serait-ce qu’avoir l’espoir, un jour, de toucher du doigt ton existence.

Liberté, on se connait depuis tellement longtemps, notre couple est réglé comme une partition et notre pianiste, c’est la vie. Récemment, notre musicien, il en a pris un coup, ses mains étaient meurtries mais il a continué de jouer, il ne s’est pas arrêté, et tout ça pour toi, liberté. Il a subi quelques secousses qui, si j’évitais l’euphémisme, s’apparentent à des tsunamis que l’on niait. Il a glissé sur le clavier, à contre-temps, il en a presque eu les mains tranchées, mais si vite, tellement vite, il a été rejoint par un orchestre entier. Et tout ça pour tes beaux yeux, liberté.

Alors tu sais, tu peux me faire faux bond parfois, tu peux me conduire dans des impasses, me faire hurler d’exaspération, me faire rougir de vérité, je ne te laisserai pas tomber. Je te porterai haut et fort, parce qu’au final il n’y a que toi que je veux défendre car tu nous représentes tous. Et même si j’ai peur de te perdre, même si je ne serai pas là éternellement, même si tu sembles parfois compromise, je serai de celles et de ceux qui te graveront dans la pierre, dans les mémoires, et dans les cœurs. Car je crois en toi, liberté, comme tu crois en moi depuis toujours.