#kittenbat

Men det lilla å enkla som jag vårdar så väl som e mäktigt att tämja har en plats i min själ.

Sparka och slåss, we sometimes say in Swedish. An expression I use far too often. Every single little day I meet stuck up little boys (yes those are older men as well but I’ve decided to just call them stuck up little boys because they aren’t more than exactly that) who think they have some sort of importance in this world and all I want to tell them is to shut the fuck up before I seal their mouths personally. Kick out their teeth and bite their tongue off. You may call me an angry bitchy feminist with the same temper as Daria. But hey, at least you are right about that. Congrats. All day today was sunny and nice and the winter birds sang in the trees and the lake is frozen and all is pretty. All of this, and you, men, still manage to piss me off. I’m not really a person who waste my energy on things that I know I can’t do anything about but when it is like a cluster - fuck right in my face, there ain’t nothing that can conceal my anger. Hell, even my friends noticed something was off and I thought I was being all kind and happy towards them. So now you probably wondered what pissed me off so much. You see…while I was standing there, leaping the little winter sun we get up here in the north I remembered something. Trump will be president.. Just another sexist, racist scumbag, a true and pure stuck up little boy. I know that this probably won’t effect my everyday life that much (that’s of course if he manage not to make some certain people angry and all of hell breaks loose) but I still got a bad gut feeling about it all. Here I was, standing in the sun, feeling all good and at the same time I wanted to scream out loud. I’m always exhausted, always tired and I’ve tried my best to understand the factor of this. I’m tired of constantly fighting, of constantly being angry, tired of constantly shouting, constantly being the one who has to defend my thoughts when all I want is equality, for everyone. Is there something wrong with me? Or is there something wrong with everybody else who don’t think of our sisters in the US, think of our sisters all over the world, who don’t think of what they have to go through and what they suffer everyday that I as a white woman in a country that, to be fair, is kind of fair, has no experience of.