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No, HIV’s not HIP.

This s**t ((link)) found it’s way into my DMs on Twitter a few minutes ago & it suddenly made me sob uncontrollably. Cause you know what? Lately I’ve been seeing that hipsters are trying to make having HIV cool or mainstream, & it’s just beyond me. F**k, I can hardly see the screen now, cause I’m crying so much. One thing is to inform people that you can’t get it from a hug or eating from a plate people with HIV have touched, but please, for f**ks sake, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT SEEM COOL!!! It’s sooo mentally retarded, it’s bats**t! Step out of your damn bubble & realise that there are people out there still DYING FROM IT!!!
Source My brother died from so called ‘HIV related disease’. This was back in 1997 & you know what? …if it would’ve been 6 months later, he would’ve had life saving drugs. He would’ve been able to live a long life with his partner. He would still be here! I still could’ve gotten hugs & hear his voice… Oh great goddess, I wish I could remember how h…

Chirp

Since this whole Weinstein thing surfacing I’ve been watching an army of self-proclaimed feminists waiving their clenched fists around & screaming at the top of their lungs of the injustice. But I’m wondering…

…where are their outrage & clenched fists when pictures of decapitated schoolgirls appears on the ether? …where are their accusing indexfingers, which are usually pointed in the patriarchal direction, when women around the world are denied the right to wear whatever the hell they want (PATRIARCHY!), like we in the west are…or when girls are shipped back to their parents’ country of origin to be taught “proper values”. Where the f**k are their collective screams when women & men (equality, ey?) are being brutally raped!?! 
So excuse me for turning a deaf ear to the whole feminist pussyhat movement. Cause it’s left a rather foul taste in my mouth hearing crickets from that same patriarchy bashing crowd. Especially when true omnipresent patriarchal oppression are fought b…

Safety

One of my earliest childhood memories is sitting in our backyard playing & hearing fighter jets approach in the distance. When they reached our house my dad used to tip the wing to let me know it was him... 

…know I’ve said it before, but the sound they make do equals safety to me. Hearing them fly overhead makes me calm…& no, it does not elude me that the same sounds made in other parts of the world are the source of great anguish. But what i mentioned was my life, my memories, my little anecdote about the flip side of just that coin. Those war machines, the jets, the helicopters, the green cladded men, they meant safety to me… The seats in the jets were soft, the helicopters brought Santa & a bunch of gifts to us kids at the army base & the green cladded men came with smiles & once in a while a strong hand or two ruffled my blonde hair. It all felt so safe, home…
So, guess I’ve been searching for that safe haven again for most of my life…but even within reach I’ve …

Rock'n rape

I got to be honest, this whole social media business can be quite taxing… The constant regurgitation of leftwing rightwing hullabaloo is making me rather queasy these days. But, I can’t boast of being a busy socialite with my dance card full. Sooo, like a moth to a flame…
Source

You’ve heard about the festival rapes, right? …well, I came over this rant online which stated that a certain rock festival was patriarchal & that the reason why there weren’t rapes there was because of exactly that + the women who were violated didn’t report it because blablablaaaaah… *insert eye roll here* 
Let me tell you a little story… It’s about an awkward little girl who spent her first years on this earth with her family in a small black cabin in the woods. She picked up injured bumblebees & built them lego houses & fed them food & water, underneath her bed she had homemade scented rosewater which she stored in old jam jars… She even had a small pink grimoire which she wrote spells in. Eve…

Enough already.

Ever since I saw the mutilated body of 11 year old Ebba Åkerlund in April, I've been angry. Angry at apologetic people & looneys with love signs & pussyhats. This isn't the 70s folks. Unless you make a poisonous concoction & feed it to the people killing our kids, there's no f**king flower power, ok?

Source This Manchester attack made me go from angry to furious. I don't even know where to begin... This whole thing is unpalatable. Reading about how the shrapnel from the bomb had destroyed arteries, bones & nerves in the victims, leaving gaping holes... Do I agree with what the nurse said at the end of this article, that we should focus on the good that happened that night, absolutely. But ignoring who did it & why, no, absolutely not. Not this time around. As Norwegians we met our own extremist with a sea of flowers & candlelight. I just got numb back then, all those young lives lost...it was just unfathomable. But now I'm just plain old pisse…

How LOw can you go?

Today 193 voted against 117 from LO, the Norwegian confederation of trade unions, to boycott Israel. A jackhole even proclaimed "Enough is enough!" ...& probably pounded his chest at the same time as air deflated from his facial rectum. To me it seems like LO's more of a political party than an organisation looking after its own members.

Source How come people feel it's justified to boycott Israel, when a boycott of Saudi Arabia till example - which human rights abuse is far worse, is out of the question? Sometimes I wonder if the Blitz movement here in Norway altered the brain of many of the people we see in power today. Hell, even I was drawn to it for a little while...not in their heydays of course, cause I was like 4 back then...but I had a slight fling with it & I remember visiting their place in Oslo & I'm sorry (NOT), but it was a pile of sh*t & I felt like I was hemorrhaging braincells the more people I talked with there. It was an attempt a…

Little nugget of s**t.

There's one thing I get extremely triggered by. It's like my blood boils whenever I catch a glimpse of it... Swedish people lecturing about the invasion of Norway during the second world war. So unfortunately Twitterverse revealed a little nugget of s**t today, which contained just that. So here I am, unable to resist the resurgence of rambling rushing through the neutrons in my brain all the way down to my fingertips.


Source My mother & grandmother said they would never ever forgive the Swedes for letting the Nazis march through Sweden & invade us. I guess I'm continuing that tradition. Personally I don't give a flying f**k about them letting Norwegian troops train in Sweden, etc. during the war. It does not take away their ridiculous neutral stance to begin with...& it sure as hell does not excuse treacherous acts against Norwegians. Now I know there are plenty of Norwegians who joined the ranks of Nazi collaborators. We have a prime example in the hugest d…

Oh, deer...

We in Norway are such a weird bunch. We hunker down in front of our TVs & portable devices & watch minute by minute as water flow, trains slither through the landscape & pork ribs cook. Now a lot of us are watching the reindeer migrate...yes, you read that right. 
Source I love that it's one of the Sami tradition that's still being upheld. My ancestors on my Farmor's (Father's mother's) side was Sami & several of them had huge reindeer herds. I remember reading that one of them was referred to as a reindeer herder, plus a Lensman & I find that very interesting...but my brain's kinda fried these days & I haven't got the papers in front of me, so I can't delve deeper into it at the moment unfortunately. 
Watching this program though makes me imagine how it was for them. Images that I must admit were a tad bit romanticised at first... With lavvus being raised, people around bonfires, filling the night with joik & old tales...all wh…

Je suis tired of this s**t.

When I woke up this morning my first reaction to what occurred during my ever so deep slumber was: Wooooaaah folks, time to get our victory gardens in order... It seems like WWIII's just around the corner. 



I'm in utter disbelief how someone can order an attack on another country based on 'maybe & most likely'...& Trump didn't even get a congressional approval, as he promised. Not that promises made by politicians should be believed, but I had an inkling of hope you know? ...& now reports come in that Daesh moved in on the Syrian Army at just around the same time of the attack. It was repelled, but still. Oh, & apparently it's claimed that some children were killed in the U.S. missile strike. I admit my knowledge of military strategy & tactics is lacking, but I seriously doubt that it would be in Assad's best interest to use chemical weapons in an attack. Especially now that he had the upper hand. It just goes against reason. But if he di…