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“It is all about critical questioning of what identity really is. Would you be the same person in another context? Does society have certain expectations on you based on traditional parameters like class, gender, color, sexual orientation, religious beliefs and so on? And how much do these expectations affect your so-called self? Every forward thinking person are aware of those things, its a gift which  also make you relate to other peoples struggles.”

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Post date Wed 6 Apr 2011 7:38 PM


Yesterday a middle-aged man asked me if he could take a picture of me. The reason why I mention age and gender here is because 99% of the humans who could have been just humans, have instead become the category Middle-Aged Men: A category that embodies our society’s power structures and got brains corrupt with postcolonial sexist bullshit. So there I was again. In the middle of some kinda situation with a human, or eventually a middle-aged man, who wanted something from me. But this one seemed pretty happy so I thought I could work on my prejudices and hope for a better world, so I said OK.  After spending the day with the very derivated Decida and Shamoun, I went to a book store… And who do you think sneaks up behind a book shelf and say HIIIIII THEEEEERE ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME AGAIN!???? The Very Very Same Middle Aged Man with The Very Very Same Happy Face (but a bit more creepy this time) of course. And after X number of creepy situations with creepy middle-aged men, I'm a little bit too used to it. So instead of leaving because I might deal with a creepy stalker, I start behaving like Doctor Incest in random stupid Readers' Queries where everything always is soooo ok and normal. So I say heeey yeah, nice to see you again too. Please stalk me, flash your saggy dick, grab my ass and do whatever you want because you middle-aged men are always soooo ok and normal and I’m sooo sorry that I have to go now 'cause it was really nice to talk to you again, have a nice day bla bla bla. And then I walk home, become myself again and wanna kill my suicidal kindness, the world and every middle-aged man once again.

Here's a small extract from my Middle Aged-Men-Situations CV.(OBS! Doesn't include the usual every-other-weekend sexual harassment)



2002: A hunted middle-aged man throws himself in through our kitchen window in the middle of the night. My dad runs down naked from his bedroom upstairs and fights with the intruder til police arrives. Blood everywhere.

2002: A naked and masturbating middle-aged man hides in our horse paddock to watch the swimming children on the other side of the stream with binoculars.

2002: Our neighbors and the local day nursery tell us that a middle-aged man “steals” baby poop from the diapers in the garbage. (Att: He didn’t steal the whole diaper. He just took out the poop from it and brought it home or something).

2003: A middle-aged man street cast me to be the leading part in a porn movie and starts to harass me when I decline.

2003: A middle-aged man lays naked on the pier and masturbates at the city “beach”

2004: My boss says that he heard that I’ve pierced nipples and wonder if I fuck girls and if I cum when they lick my titties.

2010: A middle-aged man flash his cock and masturbates “for” me and other park guests.

2011: A middle-aged man walks up to me while I’m peeing behind a tree. He bends down, takes a close-up look at my cunt and asks how much it would cost to buy me for a night.