Hey all,
I have recently received some emails and other things from various men that refer to something I have written that I do not really know about, but it's certainly about sex.
I know an old article I wrote on commission ( it is always on assignment such is written, at least by me ) by Magazine M or Amelia, now available to read on the web. It's about six things you never dared to ask about sex or anything like that. I think it was written for ten – fifteen years ago and since sex always attracts and the editors thought it was good, it has been reused – and is the most read article on Magasin M's website.
But there is another text as well, which I do not know about, who is moving right now and who makes men write things to me. It's quite a lot about the fact that I'm apparently bitter about men and have bad experiences on the erotic level and that I should either go to hell or try their unbeatable ability. I sometimes get to know some details as well. It makes me laugh a little to myself.
Firstly; they think that the articles that appear in all kinds of magazines are written based on the writer's privacy? They do not understand that articles are written on behalf of editors – admittedly in consultation with the selected writer? That I have been selected to write about erotica several times is a remnant of my first adult novel ” Leontines längtan ” that came 2004 . It has erotic elements and was described at the time as ” tantsnusk” only because there was a woman on 44 years who had written some erotic scenes in his story. After these attempts to describe a general human experience on a sensual, female way, I have many times been hired in different contexts to write something that has erotic tones.
For a period of my life, I also had an almost uncontrollable desire to tease the large mass of ordinary middle-aged Swedish men, who think they are equal in a decent way, but which to such an extent are copies of previous generations of men, if you scratch the surface. However, very complacent, in the notion that they are obviously the best. This may not apply to men who are in 45 age TODAY but it was very much for those who were at the peak of life for 15 years ago. Honestly, I laughed to myself when I wrote things I knew provoked men. By the way, I thought it was fun to tease middle-aged women about the issue as well.
Not so long ago I wrote something about my blog ( maybe ten years ago though ) middle-aged men's need for young women in bed or whatever. It irritates many. And is very read. And I have written that men in general are bad lovers. That's hardly news? They have been a pure tradition for a long time? The female body is complicated, or not really, but whoever approaches it must have some curiosity with him. Many men lack that curiosity and that does not only apply in bed! I think women are curious in a completely different way than men and until they die. Of course it is to some extent prejudiced to say so but I think it fits quite well with reality – trots allt! 🙂
I do not really know why but at the moment I get some propaganda a week regarding my supposed sex life, from men. So they think I'm disappointed with men. Men! Would I – if I were- trumpet it out loud??? VA??? About my own privacy??? VA???
Aldrig i livet! The reason I can write about this is that I am lucky not to be disappointed in my men. Really not. I have a lot to look forward to. It's weird, det där; that just because someone writes about a general phenomenon ( which is really not news ) so some believe that the writer is talking about himself!? That's a concern.
Förresten, when I wrote Glappet, it seemed that especially male journalists were completely amazed
”But why did you write this? You're good-looking!”
As if the whole discussion about the demand for women as stylish objects for men's eyes, would not touch a woman who had ” the tour ” to fall within the scope of what is considered to be ” attractive” in a patriarchal society driven by cynical commercialism?
The same thing happened to the Destroyer. Journalists that I respect said on several different occasions ”But you are intelligent! You are pretty! You are successful! You are love! If only you were stupid, ugly and lonely! These are the kind of people you think happen badly!”
Something is very ill-considered here, in many, as it turns out. The comment above did not come from a man, märk väl. It was completely spontaneous. Of course, the reaction is also a consequence of the myths that continue to protect psychopaths; that is, they are drawn to the weakest. The same ignorance as the idea that ” good looking ” women would not suffer from a society that heartlessly demands female beauty.
I could write The Destroyer because I'm a strong woman. I could write Glappet because I am a strong woman. I can write that men are bad lovers because I myself have good experiences. I can write anything, because I'm a writer – above all. Author understands before. We see. We formulate what we see , which others for various reasons do not have the opportunity to formulate – or see. It is part of our mission in life. Sometimes it is superficially and commercially packaged, sometimes not.
Alltså, to be a writing person is to constantly be confused with other people's ideas about who writes and why it writes. Can one not understand that the writing is reflections on the common reality? That the person who writes is like a painting artist, or a dancer, or a musician. We capture some of the reality in our web of words, we sometimes manage to get hold of something important and we try to describe it. Words are our art. I sometimes feel shackled by other people's narrow understanding of what words are – seen from my side, as sender.
Wondering about the painting artist, which perhaps describes a situation of distance between man and woman, an intimate situation that everyone can interpret in the same way as my words really, if she / he also receives a lot of letters from unknown men who feel compelled to either ask one to go to hell with his ” bitterness ” or offer their sexual services? I think when it comes to the painted or dancing art , you see that it is a fragment, reflections, caught in an expression. But as a writer, you should always be responsible for everything. Personally.
Therefore, diaries are dangerous. You should NOT read other people's diaries! Everything that is written down has such a convincing power. It is not possible to say ”But I was just thinking about this… ” when even one reads something … catastrophic… which one has written down only to be able to view, reflect, try and understand something. You can not see the magic, the fleetingness of what is printed in a diary; that will be the truth.
Some developments in my text, as usual but this is my wardrobe! I do not correct much, here. I chat! Corrects and follows a line I get to do at work. I actually have no desire for that here. So I must blame myself.
Suck, at least I get TIRED when unknown people confuse me with something I have written. The destroyer is, of course, one thing, but of course it is not a picture of my true life either, the true man i. How could you get it down in a book? In a text you have to decide on a line.
I'll let that happen, pretty much, in these blogs. But you get it, will?
Slutsats; words are very complicated to deal with. And everything is still there after one. You would simply have done something else!
Good continuation of the new year!
