The Sound of Melting Snow

The Sound of Melting Snow

Drip drop drip drop

Wakes her up at night

Drip drop drip drop

No dripping in her sight

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In the kitchen apples rot

Drip drop drip drop

Faucets leaking? No, they’re not.

Drip drop drip drop

Hips feel like breaking

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Familiar pictures, her heart is aching

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Silence in the shower but

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The door behind her is closing shut

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Her face is staring back at her

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The mirror reveals her in a blur

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Her time is swiftly spilling out

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A searing pain begins to sprout

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Faces, memories, all escaping

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Ever after – what’s remaining?

Sleeping Beauty got raped

A night of joy and happiness in the castel took an uninvited turn. At 01.40am Beauty woke up when a man forced his penis into her vagina. She had been sleeping for 100 minutes and didn’t notice when the man snook in.

The rape took place last friday in the king and queens castel for their daughter Beauty’s birthday party. Everyone in town were invited except one man, because they didn’t have enough cocktailglass. The parents told our reporter that they had thought for awhile what to do the with the situation. They decided that it was rude to invite the person and then get him a ordinary glass so it was better not to invite him. “Even before the rape we had our prejudice about him, he seemed to be a priggish man who liked to mind others bussines” Beauty’s mother commented.

Thought it seems like this man came to the party anyway, uninvited, he must have climbed over the wild roses and gotten in through the backdoor. They served a lot of free drinks for the guest of all ages, and the uninvited man had been seen behind the bar serving drinks, to among others- Beauty. Therefore Beauty got drunk and after the clook struck twelwe she suddenly passed out in the bed on the fourth floor. Two friends had seen her tumbling up the stairs, nearly falling asleep during her moving steps, the two friends who also are very near to Beauty helped her down in the bed and closed the door behind. Neither of the two friends could ever imagine that anyone would come after Beauty. At the same time as Beauty fell asleep in her bed, everyone else also did – whatever they did. Dancing or taking a snack, they just stoped in that move and fell asleep.

When Beauty found the man above her, pushing her body down with his weight, she was soober enough to take notice of the situation and do a fysical resistance. The man, who she rememberes was in the twenties, was no friend of her but she did recognize him from her history class, he was the man they hadn’t invited. She told us that there had been a rumor going on about the party, and that he must have found out.

When Beauty scremed and tried to force the man’s body  away from hers he didn’t care. Beauty then tried to beat her fists at the wall to make som noice through the castle to get someone to notice her need of help.

All the others who had also blacked out, suddenly seemed to awaken aswell, says Beauty. Soon they heard Beauty’s screams. Beautys two best friends had come running for her and when they found her with the man, still trying to rape her, they tell us that they pushed him away and ran out of there the three of them.

The trial was held not long after the the crime, and beauty aplied for a restraining order, so she will never have too see him ever again in her life.

The verdict made it forbidden for the man to near the castle where Beauty lived. She could now finally live in peace and happily forever after.

But this is a rare case. A lot of victims are afraid of reporting the violation and for those who do the trial is often laid down because of “lack of evidence”. People have shown dissatifaction about that we have no consent law. They mean that a consent law will find more offenders guilty.

/norrugglan

The girl with the pack of Marlboro

It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare hands and trashed Converse, roamed through streets. It is true she had on a pair of gloves when she fell asleep last night, but it was not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, because she stole them from the mens section in a sportswear store, and the poor little creature had lost one of them in running across the street to avoid a big white truck that were driving along at a terrible rate. She had tried to take comfort in a stairway to the subway, but two security guards who noticed her as they were patrolling the area told her to piss off. So the little girl went on with her little naked hand, which was quite red and blue with the cold.

In her jeans pocket she carried half a pack of cigarettes, she always smoked Marlboro. They were expensive but gave her an odd kind of comfort. No one had thrown her even a penny although she had been begging since early in the morning. Shivering with abstinence, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of addiction. The snowflakes fell on her long, unwashed hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.

Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell from the marketplaces, for it was New-year’s eve – yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between a garage and a electric substation, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her wet little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go to a hostel for homeless, they would ask a bunch of questions and spot the needle marks on her arms and between her fingers. They would certainly call the police. And the men would come and get her and send her back to rehab once again. No, she would prefer to freeze to death rather than to go back to that gruesome place of twelve-step programs. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a smoke might do some good, with trembling fingers she drew one from the pack and light it with a BIC-lighter, just to make her feel a little better.

It gave a warm, comforting feeling, like mind moment of heaven, as she exhaled all the smoke from her lungs. It was really a pleasure. It seemed to the little girl that her hand was close to a fireplace, with burning flames and burning fumes. How the fire glows! Soon the cigarette almost had burn down to the filter. The last drag seemed so beautifully warm and she felt the blood circling around inside her body. And then, lo! The flame of the cigarette went out, and close to her left foot, she put the cigarette butt in a pile of dirty snow on the cold, hard concrete.

Quickly she lit another cigarette. After a couple of drags, she saw the wall became transparent as a veil and blurry, she saw a fully decorated room, but without any people in it. The table was covered with a splendid dinner service, and a big pig head in the middle, with an apple in it’s mouth. And what was still more wonderful, the head jumped down from the dish and tumbled across the floor, towards the little girl. The pig head spit out his apple and landed in her other empty hand. Then the cigarette went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

She lit another one of her cigarettes, and she found herself sitting under a tall beautiful Christmas-tree, that reached above the clouds. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich shopping centre. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures of angels, Jesus and virgin Mary, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down at her from the three. The little virgin Mary stretched out her hand towards them, and the cigarette went out.

The Christmas-tree shoot up in the sky, faster and faster, like a rocket, and then only could be seeing as a little bright dot up in space. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. The fire went out, instead there were a line of people dancing and cheering “A freak show!” she thought. Then they saw the little girl, looking at her mad. The sky became silent. The freak show got blurry and erased out in empty space.

She again lit a cigarette with her cheap plastic lighter, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance.

“Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the  cigarette burns out; you will vanish like the warmth from the oven, the roast goose, and the large, glorious plastic tree with colorful lights.”

And she made haste to smoke all her last cigarettes, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And her cigarettes glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the empty pack of Marlboro in her hand, and her bright pink plastic lighter next to her on the cold ground.

“She tried to warm herself,” said some.

No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.

/ Allmant_Distra

/ Oscillate Wildly

/ Mlbegoden

 

The Boy Who Cried Wolf on Wall Street

Once upon a time there was a man called Gollum who worked in the stock-exchange market. His task was to manage and regulate the company’s finances. The company was investing in various companies. One day, a man came to the company and said: “Do you want to invest in the best company in the world? I am the famous Mr. Gandalf and I rule the country of Japan, invest in me and you shall be rich beyond your dreams”. The company was very humbled at the request and decided to invest immediately. Gollum watched the scene, and being the prankster that he was, he suddenly cried “Wolf!”. The man explained that Mr. Gandalf was an infamous Wolf on Wall Street and could not be trusted. To his naughty delight, his colleagues listened, and decided not to invest in the promising company. Within the next year, Mr. Gandalf’s value went up a hundred percent. The man’s company were dissappointed, and told the man he better pick up his game.

A year had passed, and one day another man came to the company and said: Do you want to invest in the best company in the world? I am the famous Mr. Radagast and I rule the country of Norway, invest in me and you shall be rich beyond your dreams”. The company was delighted to have this oppurtunity, and decided to invest. Gollum, the prankster, once again watched the company’s negotioations with Mr. Radagast, and cried “Wolf!”. Once again, the company listened to Gollum and decided not to invest. Within the next year, Mr. Radagast’s company had gone up two hundred per cent. The company’s frustration grew, but they let Gollum stay.

One day the following year, another man came to the company. His name was Mr. Saruman. He said: Do you want to invest in the best company in the world? I am the famous mr forest and I rule the whole of Mordor, invest in me and you shall be rich beyond your dreams”. Gollum knew that Mr. Saruman was not the man he said he was, he had been decieving companies for years. Gollum once again cried “Wolf!”, and this time he really meant it. His company said: “Not this time, Gollum. We’re not going to miss out on another opportunity”. The company invested a majority of their assets in Mr. Saruman’s company.

The following year, all the money had vanished, as well as Mr. Saruman. As it turned out, Mr. Saruman was actually an infamous wolf on Wall Street. Gollum’s company went bankrupt and he lost his job because of his pranks.

Gollum is now working and living in a mine, and for some reason looking for something called “the one ring”.

The end.

Oscar Wilde’s view on gender roles.

Somewhere in our hearts we have always admired Oscar Wilde. Since the age of five we have laughed at his witty quotes, without really knowing who the author was.

As the years went by we were blown away by his remarkably savvy sarcasm and taunting of the upper-class society in London.

This Victorian author from Ireland is known to be ahead of his time, when it comes to his views on marriage, homosexuality and life in general. Although, he has received a lot of negative criticism on his attitude towards women.

What a typical woman! You talk sentimentally and you are thoroughly selfish the whole time.” – Oscar Wilde, A woman of no importance

But there is something that a lot of people tend to miss out on, and that is that Wilde does not merely have a bad approach on women. We would like to emphasize that this approach applies to all mankind.

In 19th century Britain, women were considered inferior to men by all means and the men elevated themselves above women but Wilde wasn´t the stereotypical man. In our opinion, Wilde was a man who was able see deficiencies in both men and women; which make his perspective more realistic and accurate. What Wilde signifies through his works is that these ”flawless” men also had great faults. 

At last we would like to finish this matter with two enjoyable quotes that we think confirms our opinion. 

“All women become like their mothers. That’s their tragedy.  No man does. That’s his.” 

“Experience is merely the name men give to their mistakes.”

-Oscar Wilde

 By: Boyracer & Oscillate Wildly

Feminism for men

What does feminism mean for men?

I think many men are too used to their privileges and if their not driven by great fairness esteem, it’s quite hard for them to even notice the patriarchal structures. I’m going to explain what I think is often looked around when It come to feminism; what’s in it for the men? I don’t say that feminism has to benefit males. I only want to discuss the topic since I think it’s important.

You get to live in an equal society:

Most people, of any gender or sex, want an equal society. And that is also what feminism aims fore. I think a lot of male feminists including me would say that feminism benefits them in that they want to live in an equal world.

All your attributes are valued the same:

Feminine traits are usually being looked down upon among men and this is something that the feminism movement is working against. When I was younger many of the boys in my school used the Swedish word for a homosexual man as a word of abuse. This drove me and my schoolmates to often think that we shouldn’t do things that were considered to be “bög(igt)”. This is something that all men have been exposed to maybe even more in past generations. For an example talking about your feelings and giving complements doesn’t happened much in many solely male company’s, which I think is a pity. If men and women where allowed to be more alike maybe they could be more stable and complete persons. People are complex and when you only develop the sides that you as a man are supposed to then your personality gets limited.

I believe some of those traits can lead to a better mental health for men and better relations with people around them.

 

Equal salaries give you more leisure and time to spend with your kids:

Maybe women can take a greater role in the family’s providing and thus making the men give up some of their responsibility. Many men feel like they have to support the whole family the best they can which sometimes can be at the expense of their relationship with their children.

I think feminism has an important role in making the world an equal place and also in making every individual feel accepted. A world filled with gender normative values will also make a lot of potential go to waste. “Égalité liberté et fratarnité!” Equality, liberty and brotherhood; those were the key words in the French revolution and not one of them could, according to me, be fulfilled without feminism!

Sexism in different shapes and sizes

It seems like society finally have started to realize the importance of feminism and equality between genders, well at least the Swedish society. But the other day when I was browsing the internet I came across something that made me think. What I saw was the backside of equality that we almost never talk about. The Beckham family had released some photos of their son, Romeo Beckham. Romeo is about eleven years old. So far there was nothing wrong, but when i started to look through the comments on the photos something struck my mind.

A lot of people, especially girls had commented things like: ‘’The stuff i would do to this guy, Oh my so hot, please sleep with me!’’ And nobody seemed to even bother. I mean, what they’re doing is practically implementing that they’d like to have a sexual relation with an eleven year old boy – pedophilia. What caught my attention was the fact that nobody cared, I mean how can you just ignore people who say that they’d like to engage in pedophilia. My theory is that nobody cared because the ‘’victim’’ was i male and the pedophiles were female. Can you just imagine if it were the other way around? If grownup men said these things about little girls or boys? I imagine they’d be tracked down by the FBI in a matter of hours.

Sexism is not just about exposed women who are being objectified, but this is sexism too. Assuming that just because little Romeo Beckham is a male he should be okay with being made in to an object, even though he is just a little boy. Society needs to get rid of all kind sexism, and start to look at things like this in a different way.  So my final words will be:

Hey FBI, track down all the pedophiles, not just the disgusting male ones who live in their mothers basement eating Doritos and and looking for cheap flights to the Philippines or Thailand all day.