Because I was taught most of my english by Australians I also learnt to speak like them. This comes with both pros and cons. Pros: I don’t get fucked over by cabbies trying to drive me around in circles and as long as I dont get stuck on a word or slip out something with an accent, people take me that little bit more seriously (a good thing when you’re already blonde with big boobs). But it comes with equally as many cons, if not more: At uni I am expected to produce essays and hold presentations etc of the same quality as a native, and I am assumed to know things that I actually have no clue about and use the same vocabulary as everyone else. I still hear words that I have never heard before almost everyday. Because people think I’m from here, it is particularly frustrating at the times when I struggle to express myself in the way that I want to. They don’t take into consideration that I am speaking a second language (not even when they know I am Swedish) just that is a fucking good effort(!), they just see a blonde girl using a fairly basic vocabulary and therefore get the idea that they are just that little bit more intelligent than me and thereby superior. If they are aware of my Swedish heritage you can add the prejudice of me being easy and constantly sex starved. Whoever claims not to have these prejudices is lying. And sure, we are liberal, open (no, not literally) and most of us love having and talking about sex. This should be seen as a good thing! Non-swedes are no angels, they just judge in silence!
What brought this topic up was a guy that I met at a club two weeks ago. The same guy that I was referring to when I wrote that it felt like I had been raped both physically and emotionally. This man was in my home, in my bed. And he has the fucking guts to do this:
When I met him at the club and he asked me to come back to his I said I was not interested in having sex. If that’s what he wanted he still had an hour to find someone else. He managed to talk me into letting him come back to mine (I’m such a fucking idiot). Then he spent all night trying to have sex. I kept saying no… Until that morning, when I for some reason gave in.
After about a minute it was over. And do you want to know what the guy says?! “Oh well, I think you’re a fake Swedish person anyway”.
Can you believe this guy?! At that point he was still inside me! I was too shocked to say anything. And that’s probably a good thing seeing as he ws 1.97 cm tall and all muscle. I don’t think it would have been a very clever thing to slap him. He left straight afterwards and I was left feeling extremely disappointed in myself and mankind.
It is hard to not become a cynical in this world, but I sure as hell am trying. I want to believe that everyone is good deep inside and that there are nice guys out there, but sometimes you just get all the air sucked out of you and it’s hard to recover from it.
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