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| A decade gone in a blink At the end of the rainbow of shit there is nothing left but sunshine and smiles. That’s what I learned after waking up for a never ending 7 months of trying to understand what the actual fuck is going on in my life and why the person who has been next to me for the past 10 years has reverse to the person that he was a decade ago- someone cold, who was lying and avoiding any form of a serious conversation, someone quiet and closed off in himself ... and this is how SsinS begun, with a decade gone in a blink. Back to middleschhool - 29-30 April 2022 … Fast forward over 20 years into the present - parallel to the great cataclysm of the decade break-up … on social media … after interacting with him based on a photo from the North Pole, once you hear a: I wanted to fuck you since I was 12, you get instantly wet and hope that he means it, cause you need the confidence boost, when you need the fuck, when you are hungry and anything will do, even the ugly duckling turned into a cute prince, even someone that you grew up with and maybe can never view as a sexual being. This colleague I could barely remember from middle school, turned out to grow up into this semi cute fuck-boy, and to grow up and become a dentist obsessed with social media and to prove himself in the grown up wanna be world of an East European country. What does the author mean, she means that money talk would came up very often, she means that the value of things would matter more than the weight of one’s soul - it would mean that except some of our vague memories from that time, we had nothing to talk about. Money, which was a subject I never was comfortable talking about, ex colleagues, and brands, that I did not own or had any interest in owning. I am a brand myself darling, as an artist I create illusions that others buy, not the other way around. However, he was familiar, he was a possible warm body in my bed, he was a chew toy in my mind at that time. We all had that crush back in middle school, we all had that person that thought that was extra cute and thought we would click and have our puppy love 💕 … not me … I felt excluded and pushed aside, I felt everyone liked everyone else except me and the puffy girls. I thought it was my glasses, or the fact that I was taller than everyone else at that age. I blamed everything about me but childish behaviour, which hasn’t changed in the interactions between sexes as one grows up. I have learned to accept over the years to leave people to deal with their own frustrations, but if this experience has proven anything is that it's more about them than me. I agreed to have him over for a visit in the gorgeous city of Stockholm, I just have left my old apartment and moved into my new sex loft the weekend before, he chose the weekend I had to sign off my old apartment and see my ex for the last time, to sign away all I have worked for during that cursed decade, and after I did all I could say was: I bought my freedom, the price was worth it! I am glad I listened to my dad when he said I should invest only in my education, because without it I would have been subjected to a type of submission that no one should be subjected to, ever. I ran off to T-centralen on high heels to pick the dentist up, and take him over to my apartment. By that point in my existence I already knew I was not going to beg anyone to fuck me, or pay me attention or spend time with me. So when we arrived at the loft I asked him nicely if he wants to take a shower, since he has been traveling all morning. He said he was good and not minutes later he wiped out his dick expecting to be served. I don't eat from dirty dishes, but didn't have the heart to tell him, so I said we will play later, would be nice to go out in town and take a walk, some champagne and enjoy the city. I was at a point that I was horny, hurt, confused, dizzy and a mixed of so many feelings that when he started showing photos of the girls he was sexting with, nothing phased me in the least. We didn't fuck that night, but it was the first time in 2 months that I actually slept an entire night. I felt grateful, and pleased that I accepted for him to come visit me, I have already lived in a sexless period for more than 6 months, or even longer, what was 2 more days added to that as long as I got a good night sleep thanks to the familiarity, and someone to kill the demons that the silence rises. We woke up the next day, had an entire bottle of champagne before lunch and headed off to a game in Gullmash, something else I have never done before, attend a football match. This year was going to be a time for firsts of many, cause this hungry nun was in need of so many experiences, one could not even begin to describe at that point in time. As he only wanted to take social media photos on the stadium, text photos of his expensive watch and argue with bimbos on the other side of the world, I started to discover a new concept - being alone in a crowd, the hymns, the vibration of the stadium, the tranquility in my head. I looked at him and realised we will never be at the same level, and phased out looking at the hot football players and thinking some of them might be a very nice addition to my future fuck black box. We made reservations at Tak the night before and ended up enjoying a very nice desert and a bottle of wine. We walked the night away, the Valborgs night, by the fires, while he showed me his only fans account and the girls he was following, in another failed attempt to .... didn't even care to analyse that, while we were sharing my airpods and my new spotify account opened 2 weeks before. I was dancing like crazy on the street being in my own dimension, taking photos of the night, and just being present cause that night would be the last I would get a good nights sleep for a while. Next morning I took him back to T-centralen and said goodbye, returned to an empty apartment where silence couldn't even be stompped by high volume music. Sunday Morning Once upon a time … we used to snap our fingers and pants would come off, apparently with the era of feminism on the rise, the roles have truly reverse, and when they snap their fingers and our pants come off, they turn out to be the cunt tease - what the actual fuck? This story is completely true and one sided. XoXo, Miss Q. |
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Tillagd 24 aug 2022 Noveller #Kvinna #Samhälle #Relationer/kärlek #Personligt
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