It's good to have men on your team. When you go out to the club and all the dogs are out of their cages, they are drooling and undressing you with their eyes, your guys have your back. As a woman of the world I have dealt with a lot of misogynists on my own so sometimes it's nice to have someone else handle your business for you.
Linkoping Sweden is pretty low key. If you want to get crazy it just isn't the place for you. We all went out to the club to get our dance on. It had been too long. The intoxication level was fairly high and our clothes were drenched in sweat. Dancing together guaranteed that the sweat on our skin and clothes wasn't purely our own. We are sharing sweat. We go out for a smoke break. This dude is speaking to me in Swedish and I tell him I don't speak the language well enough to carry on a conversation. He keeps speaking it at me anyway. He's wasted. He comes up and he's still talking to me. He kisses me. I tell him to back up. R says something and he tells him to shut up. Aev snaps. Aev is pretty easy going. I am a little shocked by his reaction. He tells him not to talk to him like that. The dude wants to fight. They are getting too close to each other. I stand up and try to intervene. I keep repeating that Aev is going to beat this guys ass. He is small. He is relentless and keeps threatening him, telling him to meet him outside. I tell him to get lost. His friends come and save him from an imminent ass whooping. Things mellow out and the dancing continues. As my friend once said, don't poke the bear.
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On facebook you have messages you receive under the "other" tab. I never check these but today I did. I'm so glad I did.
Mehrdad hi sweetheart this is me mehrdad call me merdado the guy who draw you and sing a song fr enrico iglesais for you in caffee shop ... i usually draw cars.. views.. profiles.. etc i would love to having you as a firend come and visit sweden stockholm againe you are always wlc... but, i never been in usa this is my dream let my dream come true y told me that you are photograf and journalist and worke with old pple healt care ? am i right =? correct me!!! you have such a beautiful eyes.. u remind me... some famouse actress. i forgot the name but i try to tell you soon, your eyes look like phenelp crouz and face like madonna.. leaps like fish lips;) sorry if y bouther y ... did you record the sing ( hero fr enrico) i sang for you? do y have skype? email adress let me send y a few pictures and art collection fr me so y can see and enjoy i love to be famouse actor... hollywood etc perhaps you can help me .. i been living in sweden since 1990.. i arrive with my parents sisters here and start fr highschool then collage and i drive blue bmw and blue is my favorite coloure... so what your story tell me a little more about yourself? who was that lady she waset happy when i gave you alot of compliment and tried to draw you ppl in sweden are unsocial closed they like silence and dont talk to much.... im fr iran persia allways happy i dance salsa sing song and draw on my free time as a hobby i own two cars one classic car vw scirocco,, and Bmw... what car do y drive when is your births day next time when y arrive to stockholm tell me or call me i collect you with my car,, if y want to... You just can't make this shit up. A woman goes through menopause at around 40. We begin our change. We experience hot flashes, mood changes and our bodies retire from being baby making machines. The baby making factory closes its doors. That is the natural evolution of a woman's life.
I have never seen a woman above the age of 38 carrying a baby... Until I was in Stockholm. What makes Swedish women more fertile and able to carry a baby at 65. I don't understand. I saw two women within one day, well past the age of menopause, who were clearly pregnant. I am talking thin legs and arms and giant baby bellies. I am in awe of this still. How the hell can these.. dare I say, elderly women be carrying babies!? It must be something in the water. I've been in Sweden for awhile. It has been a very mild experience. Nothing strange has happened and Sweden is overall quiet and perhaps a little boring at times. I guess that is why I haven't written anything about it yet. There are stories to tell but those need a little more processing before I can portray them well enough for anyone to be interested in reading them.
Except for yesterday. I went to Stockholm with the lovely Valda. We went to a restaurant in the evening. A man from Yugoslavia and a Persian were working. They were friendly enough and we chatted a little bit. Then things got weird.....pretty damn weird. First the Slovian guy starts talking about giving us a ride and it's a little much. Then he tells the Persian dude to tell me about how beautiful my eyes were. The persian guy is swearing up and down that he is only translating and he is not trying to be weird. I believed him. I shouldn't have. I come out of the bathroom and the Persian guy is standing there. He is armed with a portfolio full of his drawings and he is about to lay things on really thick. He starts saying he will draw me and asks for my name. I told him my name, planning on him never finding me but if he does just blocking him. Then he shows me all of his drawings and says "Pleeaase" All sweaty and beginning to seem like he's on drugs. "Let me draw you quickly, ok?" What do I care. He's sitting there drawing me. He looks fucked up on something for sure now. He is sweating and talking quickly. He wants to come to the USA, he has friends but he needs me to be his sponsor. He misses the USA, I ask him if he has ever been. He hasn't. He starts rambling on, speaking extremely fast, talking about how he is studying film too sometimes. (I am filming him now) He then begins impersonating Enrique Iglesias while I am sitting there laughing at him. It's weird. Valda says we need to leave in swedish to him. He freaks out and starts speaking quickly in Swedish and then he shows me a picture of him and his girlfriend. I would like to try to quote him exactly. "This is my girl, we have relations. She is from Finnish and she is with me in this picture. We are dressed up like Hollywood. I want to be famous. I want to be in hollywood. This is my girl I am not doing anything bad I am just trying to draw you and everyone thinks so bad of me. I just want to be famous and friends and I am sorry but god bless you ok. I didn't mean to make you upset" Within a 10 second span. I am pretty amused by this guy. We leave, I will never see this strange persian man again. But we left with some parting words. "You look like a mixture of twin peaks and Angelina jolie." This is the picture he drew of me... except it looks like I have boobs and somehow I managed to slip a bracelet on. There has been a rat "problem" in Sweden while I've been visiting. First there was one, then two, then there were six or seven. I didn't mind it. I like rats and they were outside in the trash. They weren't all up in my business. They had their space and I had mine. I went as far as bringing out the core of my apples and nectarines to give to them. I felt like I was giving an offering to the gods. The rat gods. Maybe this feeling was only there because of my visit to the rat temple when I was in india. Either way, these little creatures were eating my scraps and I liked it that way.
When I went outside to smoke, I was never alone. There were always a few rats within feet of me, keeping me company from a distance. I tried taking pictures of them but they were too fast. Appearing as only cute little blurs in their portraits. Until the day I took this picture. They had been poisoned and their nervous systems were shutting down. I'm about to rant about animal rights. I was sitting there, watching this rat struggling to walk because it's legs were nearly useless. It made me want to throw up. It made me hate humans. What makes us think that we are far superior beings? How do we differentiate between animals that we care for when they are suffering and animals we actually inflict suffering upon and then kill. I can't imagine someone coming along and finding stray cats and poisoning them all. People would be in an uproar. "YOU POISONED A CAT?" people would yell and it would show up on the news. Everyone watching would be disgusted, besides those few people who hate animals. I just sat there watching this rat struggle to get across the sidewalk. It was in great distress. I watched it feeling like the world was the ugliest place imaginable. |
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