Seven days on the platform, three days of observations, one hookup and one fantastic date. All characters are fictional, all coincidences are accidental.

Ep. 1. “THE CROWD”

I have two words for you: assorted goods.

Kaleidoscope of every worldly possible (and not legally restricted I must say) passion, kink and desire. Whatever hides in the deepest corners of your fantasies has a permanent Pure residence. Whatever you’re into – there are others, who love it too. Just so you know.

A crucial note to my queens: I finally found out where they hide all the cute ones – in the EU. Either Greek or Nordic gods, literally. Vacation season is coming, something to think about as well, ladies.

So, let’s go through our selection of goods. It’s not bad, it’s not good, it’s just what it is. You either smash or pass, and don’t fight the windmills. Still, responsibly banning and reporting occasional pervs and scumbags, helping to keep the Pure community as safe, sound and pure as possible🫰

• Sana’s location: Barcelona, Spain

• Geo selection: worldwide

• Into: men, women, non-binary

• Age: 25-45 (Sowwwry, I don’t play house with either children or elderly. And no, I do not consider people 45+ automatically elderly – I just assume it will be harder to find common ground with older folks, and we are not there for complexities)

With no further ado, meet our crowd.

• Every letter on the LGBTQIA+ menu🫰

• Ladies who would love to introduce newbies to their religion.

• Doms looking for subs, subs looking for doms, switches who just wanna finally get laid.

• Consent-conscious, consent-first, safe sex practices only crowd – here comes the result of proper sex education.

• Couples in search of someone gorgeous to join them. Where she speaks for them. Confidently, knowing what she wants, fully in control, and either “I’m curious, let’s discover together” or “done it before, will do it again” energy.

• And where he speaks for them. And for some reasons, normally she hasn’t done it before. And she’s never been with a girl. And it feels like she’s just too darn scared to lose him, and uses every ace in her sleeve to save that sinking ship, compromising with herself each step of the way. I just wanna give her a hug. She deserves better.

• Cheating boys – just like no fucking way and no fucking comments. We sense you in a mile, just in case. Y’all terrible liars-liars in pants-on-fire situation.

• Boys that have a kink for body fluids.

• Married boys with photos from their weddings in place of profile pics. Dude, next time be a lamb, and at least remove that chick in the veil from the photo. Like come on.

• Boys pretending to be girls (not in a trans way, in a fake way).

• Boys who show off their dicks instead of hello. Big, small, wide, thin, veiny, cut and not – choose your fighter, brace yourself for the role of Penis Michelin (but in watching-not-touching merchandise manner, we are not sluts here. still, to my slut girlies – go for it, no shame nor shade, complete and full support!). Let’s embrace it as a part of fun!

• “Prince Charming” boys, who prove that chivalry is still alive.

• “I wanna find a wife, have 5 kids, and play house” boys.

• Anything-but-boring boys (I’m mostly talking of boys, as I had a bigger statistical representation of male species. Sorry, didn’t mean to exclude others – that’s on Pure, not on me.)

• Boys and girls and thems, who share passion for artsy dates. Ones, who wanna be taken out to the museum and fucked in the bathroom after.

• Ravers.

• Perfect gentlemen boys.

• Ones, who will tell you everything and anything, just to finally get laid.

• Beautiful, expressive, and diverse weirdos.

• Finance bros and entrepreneurs.

• Writers and muses, and ones, who are both.

• Thems, who wish you to support your local queer artist.

• Narcissist boys.

• Queens, who can talk for hours about feminism and spanking.

• Femdom queens🫰

• Boys who in their 50s look for something casual (and that’s when I narrowed down my age group to 25-45).

• Love bombing boys.

• Boys who arrange apples in kinda-artsy patterns.

• Boys who shout “age is just a number”.

• Boys who either side you with MILFs or teens in your 30s.

• Ones, who just love versatile sex, want it, have it, will have it again, and not shy about it.

• Boys, who are ready to start a war for your lips (sweetie, I’d rather ask you to end a war or two).

• Boys, girls and thems, who love to dominate and to be dominated. Switchiiiiiiiieeeees🫰

• Boys who will play like a knight around you – the queen you truly are.

• Boys with that peaceful yogi glance, with love for latex and hot nights in private clubs.

• Boys who quickly get under your skin – rookie mistake, not doing that again.

• Boys who like impregnating. IMSORRY WHAAAT?

• Boys, who request your selection of engagement rings in the fifth message.

• Boys and girls, who share dinner dates and hotel fantasies.

• Boys who delete their accounts once you hit it off.

• Boys, who wanna be Gomez to your Morticia right away.

• Military boys.

Surprisingly, no boys with fish.

So here it is. The crowd.

Stay tuned for further updates on this little project of ours. And once again – all characters are fictional, all coincidences are accidental, I’m just delusional enough and had a spare hour and enough audacity to create this lore.

Love you all, wish you well, and don’t forget to buy yourself some good condoms – SKYN, Trojans and ONE are pretty chill (or whatever you kids prefer). But please, oh please, no Durex-Contex bullshit. Good ones and good (and safe) vibes only🫰

Love you all, wish you well,

Sana

xoxo

I was sitting in the healing corner of my temporary Sarrià-Sant Gervasi ground floor apartment, which was the worst of a place and the best of a place simultaneously. With a cuppa, tissues, and my notes wide open. I looked like I’d been chewed up and spit out, with a terribly looking bun on my head, in the brown-ish hoodie that had seen better times, with nothing else on except for underwear, covered all over with the blanket, as if it would ever make me warm. I was sitting, thinking, drinking, smoking, working. Figuring out how to tell her story.

My fever-ish brain wasn’t the best companion in this matter, yet I had nothing better to do than to think about her. Her hazel, constantly cheerless eyes, elongated features, and the nose with that tiny bump on it.

And then I thought: what if I just approach this as a therapeutic exercise? Meaning, I’ll walk her through a certain period of time or specific events and I’ll just write down whatever feels right along the way. As in – People. Events. Feelings. Emotions. Loss. Again and again. Loss as a leitmotif for years. To the point where it felt like there was nothing left but to gain instead.

And there it was: the approach. Nice.

Hi. I’m Sana. That was the morning I decided to do this seriously. Nice to meetcha!

I’d love to know your name and your story too – I’m always fascinated by other human beings. That’s my favourite kind of fun – to observe, and to take notes. Responsibly and respectfully, to ease your shoulders that just got tense. Come here, my dearest friend, let me give you a hug.

Not to bore you right away with the entire story of my life, I’ll tell you this. I’ve been through much, going through even more, rebuilding and starting over my whole entire life from scratch in a new city, a new country, half world away from home, and of course – alone, as I always do.

And, most importantly, I’m rediscovering writing for myself along the way. To be completely honest, I’ve been writing my whole life. I didn’t pursue it seriously back then, but I’m doing it now. I do it every day, religiously. The long chain of events that led me to this writing-obsessed state is rather tragic. I’ll reveal it all eventually, page by page – inspired by real events, woven into fictional cloth, you’ll never know if it’s truth or lie. And that’s the beauty of it.

Also – I have the audacity to allow people to pay me for my craft not once I’m all grown and established, but now, while doing so. Because I know I’m good. I finally broke the spine of my internal critic and imposter. It’s so liberating.

Here, I’ll be testing different angles, putting together source material dumps, publishing essays and notes on emigration, loss, sensory experiences, and the chains of thought that don’t fit anymore in my notes, my Insta, or that beautiful head of mine. And I’ll gladly take you along for the journey from idea to publication of my first book – plus periodic field reports from Barcelona’s dating fauna.

So, as I was saying. I’m glad you’re here. Stay if any of this is your kind of trouble. And I’d love to hear what you think.

Love you all, wish you well,

Sana

xoxo