I'm at my job with nothing much to do so I thought to my self, why not write a post...and why not writing about something that has to do somehow with my work. Makes me feel like I'm kind of doing something useful instead of just sitting here and eating grapes.
I didn't think I was that naive, in fact some people have said that I am too cynical for my own good, but here at my job I'm constantly reminded of how naive I am.
I am working with drug addicts, and today a client and I was talking about this and that. He said that his main drug was crack, to be honest I didn't really know what it was so I had to look it up on wikipedia- thank you wikipedia (or wicki as one of my colleges call it) for excisting!
Outside our house are some kids, they are around 13-14 years old. We talked to our clients about them, if they knew who they were, and they told us that they are drug dealers trying to sell drugs...13! I hadn't even got drunk for the first time then!!!
Watching shows from Hollywood I actually think that what happens in the States stays there, but apparently not, stories are told about kids with blank eyes getting high on heroin in my neighborhood, where did youth go??
I didn't think i had to go cynical in this area as well...
Written under the influence of Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the Bridge
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Somewhere over the rainbow...
Its been gay week on channel 5 here in Sweden. One of the shows thats been on is "Queer as folk" a really good show, empowering not only for gays but for us strait as well, there are more than one way to have a different life style than most people, and you don't need to be gay to have that.
There has been some shows about "faghags" as well, never thought it was such a thing to be a faghag. I just thought that some people happens to have gay friends, others don't. But apparently it is a trend, or has become one after the show "Will & Grace".
So where is the attraction in being a faghag?
By the way they never talked about being a "dikehag" so i guess thats not existing.
Anyway why being a faghag?
I started to think about it; is the two sexes so far apart that we hardly do not know anything about each other, if so, maybe it is easier to approach the male society in the shape of someone that is stripped away from the heterosexuality. Someone that you can get to know in peace and quiet without the stress of putting out?
One women in this documentary I saw about faghags (who had "converted" a gay man, and was now married to him) said that it is so nice to live with a gay man, he treat me as an equal, he treat me as a gay man. Is it that hard for women to find equality in a heterosexual relationship. It makes me angry sometimes to think about it, that we women need to fight for an equal relationship.
I myself have found both sorts of guys, equal and unequal, and I have to my surprise found myself bragging about my equal boyfriend as though I have hit the jackpot instead of taken the equality for granted.
I see no reason against hanging out with gay friends, hell why don't we all embrace each other in a big hug. But it is sad if a women only can find equality in a relationship with a gay man and not with strait men.
Written under the influence of the splendid ending of "Queer as folk"
More power to queer shows, and more power to couples that fight to be equal in this unequal world.
There has been some shows about "faghags" as well, never thought it was such a thing to be a faghag. I just thought that some people happens to have gay friends, others don't. But apparently it is a trend, or has become one after the show "Will & Grace".
So where is the attraction in being a faghag?
By the way they never talked about being a "dikehag" so i guess thats not existing.
Anyway why being a faghag?
I started to think about it; is the two sexes so far apart that we hardly do not know anything about each other, if so, maybe it is easier to approach the male society in the shape of someone that is stripped away from the heterosexuality. Someone that you can get to know in peace and quiet without the stress of putting out?
One women in this documentary I saw about faghags (who had "converted" a gay man, and was now married to him) said that it is so nice to live with a gay man, he treat me as an equal, he treat me as a gay man. Is it that hard for women to find equality in a heterosexual relationship. It makes me angry sometimes to think about it, that we women need to fight for an equal relationship.
I myself have found both sorts of guys, equal and unequal, and I have to my surprise found myself bragging about my equal boyfriend as though I have hit the jackpot instead of taken the equality for granted.
I see no reason against hanging out with gay friends, hell why don't we all embrace each other in a big hug. But it is sad if a women only can find equality in a relationship with a gay man and not with strait men.
Written under the influence of the splendid ending of "Queer as folk"
More power to queer shows, and more power to couples that fight to be equal in this unequal world.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
When I know I'm wrong I'll say I'm wrong...
...said once a strickt father to his daughter, when he had been wrong about her boyfriend in a little movie called Dirty Dancing.
And I need to agree, I once lashed out on the way old people are treated and enjoying themselves in Sweden. Thinking it was just a wish to die after reaching a specific age because of the way they are treated here.
Well sometimes even I can be wrong, happens rarely though...and sometimes old people can enjoy life even in Sweden, this picture is a proof of that. I took it on my way to work.
Written under the influence of She's like the wind - Patrick Swayze
And I need to agree, I once lashed out on the way old people are treated and enjoying themselves in Sweden. Thinking it was just a wish to die after reaching a specific age because of the way they are treated here.
Well sometimes even I can be wrong, happens rarely though...and sometimes old people can enjoy life even in Sweden, this picture is a proof of that. I took it on my way to work.
Written under the influence of She's like the wind - Patrick Swayze
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Handling a kayak
A friend of mine, my better "outdoors half" have been consistently nagging me about taking a kayak course so that we finally will be able to enjoy the west-coast of Sweden as it is intended to be enjoyed.
The course starts of at land, he goes really in to detail about everything, I now know the different models of kayaks, paddles, holes in the kayak to get in to it, appliances to the kayak, different maos of the sea...needles to say I felt as though I was back in school and my whole body screamed noooooo...until I realized that there will not be a test on this, no one will require me to write a 5000 words paper on this, I do not need to find any recent research or be critically assessing what he is saying...if I want to I can even stop listening and don't give a sh**t at all. It was such a relief to realize that, not so fun to realize that I am suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder because of my last semester though...
Anyway the course goes on and after a very long time on the beach it is time to finally jump into the kayak and try it out in the ocean. It is exhausting!!
While paddling my friend, even have time to look at the nice rocks sticking out from the ocean. I'm sweating like a pig, gasping for air trying not to steer my kayak right into the rocks. Our instructor then thinks it is time for us to start using the rudder (I have by then thought that we have been using it all the time!!) I put it in to the water and all of a sudden I'm just spinning, round and around:
- Press the right pedal
- The right pedal!
- Now left, no not so much
- Right again
My instructor had a busy time with me, he said that I was one of the first who said that it was easier without a rudder...
So moving on in the course it is time for the "friend rescue", one of us falls into the water, the other one holds on to the kayak so that the friend can jump into it again, needless to say me and my friend was not really a success, when trying to rescue my friend I tipped over as well. She was better at it though.
So it all worked out for the best, my friend will be terrified of tipping over the kayak next time we will go out, while I can be sure she will be able to rescue me :)
Me
My friend
The course starts of at land, he goes really in to detail about everything, I now know the different models of kayaks, paddles, holes in the kayak to get in to it, appliances to the kayak, different maos of the sea...needles to say I felt as though I was back in school and my whole body screamed noooooo...until I realized that there will not be a test on this, no one will require me to write a 5000 words paper on this, I do not need to find any recent research or be critically assessing what he is saying...if I want to I can even stop listening and don't give a sh**t at all. It was such a relief to realize that, not so fun to realize that I am suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder because of my last semester though...
Anyway the course goes on and after a very long time on the beach it is time to finally jump into the kayak and try it out in the ocean. It is exhausting!!
While paddling my friend, even have time to look at the nice rocks sticking out from the ocean. I'm sweating like a pig, gasping for air trying not to steer my kayak right into the rocks. Our instructor then thinks it is time for us to start using the rudder (I have by then thought that we have been using it all the time!!) I put it in to the water and all of a sudden I'm just spinning, round and around:
- Press the right pedal
- The right pedal!
- Now left, no not so much
- Right again
My instructor had a busy time with me, he said that I was one of the first who said that it was easier without a rudder...
So moving on in the course it is time for the "friend rescue", one of us falls into the water, the other one holds on to the kayak so that the friend can jump into it again, needless to say me and my friend was not really a success, when trying to rescue my friend I tipped over as well. She was better at it though.
So it all worked out for the best, my friend will be terrified of tipping over the kayak next time we will go out, while I can be sure she will be able to rescue me :)
Me
My friend
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