Here, 1 Christmas letter for you, dear users!

Dear favorite users,

First of all, I’m glad you’re here. And that despite the fact that one or two people get angry when they read my texts. Especially the ones that involve sex.

Sex. Sex. Sex.

Sorry.

Actually, I’m here in the name of love. I want to say THANK YOU. Thanks for being here. That you read. That you comment. That you are flirting. That you encounter in real life. That you have sex in real life. So between each other. People from the comment column.*

You are the ones pleading for me. You are the ones who praise me, reprimand me, blame me, celebrate me, sometimes carry me in your arms, sometimes attack me with drums, trumpets and fists. You can do that. You are actually family, friends, companions.

Even if you call me names here and there (SEX!), a big part of my heart belongs to you.

I think we had a good year. Lots of excitement, lots of heart palpitations, lots of uncertainty, big questions, big adventures, arguments, sex (!) and a little bit of cuddling with strangers.

When I look at next year, I’m looking forward to it. Somehow everything is open. Maybe I’ll get married after all. Or have a funny child. Or break up. Although no. I do not want that. Then I have a better chance of moving to a house full of people who live in polyamory and who Sandro and I all love too.

Or I’ll become a private detective.

Or oh, Michael Steiner finally makes a movie of this column. And you all play yourselves. Someone has to play me. Freckle? Frieda? Mrs. Cannon? M. with style? The Caterpillar? I’m for the caterpillar.

Then we need another Sandro. Hey bratwurst. Or Waldorf?

Or do we take Little Tiger and Bamboo Björn as Emma and Sandro?

I play Gawayn myself. Or Mrs. Fischer.

lily.mcclean is Cleo.

We don’t need a screenwriter, dear Mr. Steiner. Life itself writes the best stories.

I look forward. And to you. I will stay here. And continue to celebrate the beautiful and less beautiful facets of my life with you.

From the bottom of my heart I wish you happy holidays and a great start to the new year. Have fun, money, fame. Love, health, sex. Nice assignments, lots of laughs. Best friends. Benevolent family. Self-love. Delicious food, lots of drinks, great parties. Great data. Or continue having harmonious long-term relationships without a break in sex. And when you do, you can laugh about it – and then fuck.

Admittedly, here and there I don’t understand you. A fact that does not diminish my love for you. So here it is in black and white and official and not just because it’s Christmas:

At the latest when I go to bed at night, I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of love: Sandro, you bastard, you are the best thing that happened to me a thousand years ago. You are the best thing that could happen to me in the next thousand years. You are my home. You are my best friend. My best lover. You are my team. Sandro, you are all I need. And you are everything I want. You are what I mean by being happy. Thank you that we can be free together. It means everything to me. You mean the world to me. My world.

From Emma with love

*A very knowledgeable source told me