Dont know how to start 🤭. havent been here like one month or maybe more. I was busy.. catching up with partying since 29th of September 🥳🥳 Sadly a week ago another hysteria has reached sweden and everything is closed.. again.. on top of everything, sweden , just like the rest of the world, is on its way to financial crisis.. inflation crisis. . Its when peoples money becomes a toilet paper 🧻🧻 i have been through many inflations, when middle class turn to a dirty poor class 🤦🏻♀️
Anyway, I have been partying in several places in central Stockholm untill last weekend when everything went closed.. again.. but instead of seating at home like others I decided to go back to the hoods... back to my other "I".. Gosh! I havent been there for around 3 months. I was not worried, more like curious. Do they still remember me?? 😁 am I still the coolest one?? Am i still allowed to be there ? 😁
It was the same old address in the middle of nowhere, abandoned place. While walking to the party destination, in party outlook, i noticed lights on the upper floor, where "the event" takes place. Downstairs guards saw me and they start to move and smile. Familiar faces 😃😃 but i need to stay cool. This is hoods. The first guard welcomed me with big smile. where were u? We missed u girl! And then he continued to talk loudly to all other guards in some unknown language.. all are men.. they smiled, shaking heads.. i didnt understand a shit, only my name repeated several times. I was just thinking, i hope he tells them about all those guys i tried to suffocate on the dance floor 👻 or those free drinks, drugs, rides, afterparties i turned down..or all those guys i ditched 😁
Finally i am on my way upstairs.. no elevator.. same shabby stairhall .. untill i am high up and open that familiar door to the place called restaurang. After first step inside i stop for like 3 seconds.. what has happened here? The floor is of black marble. I opened new toilet door, the whole toilet is spackling brand new, marble floor and walls. Entering the party area.. unbelievable! Shabby from the outside but brand new marblish inside! This is a newly renovated place! Tvis floor was definitely dance friendly, good glide and shine!
My place was no longer there, where i normally park my stuff and have a first drink. So i took a high table in the middle where everybody can observe me. No chair. Chairs should not be allowed ! By the time i messaged all i know where i am, a guy comes up to me. Do i know him? I have actually bad memory when it comes to faces. "Baby, where have u been? I love ur outfit. I missed u" while i am trying to figure out who the fuck he is. "May i dance with u please?" Something feels wrong - please? No one says please here 🤣🤣 we dance abd while we dance i remembered who this mf is. He ditched me once and once my dance partner punched him cause he was trying to steal me 🤣🤣 after he ditched me, i never allowed him to dance with me 🖕 but now after 3 months i couldnt remember him and that was his luck.
We danced hiphop and he is good but not as good. He invites me to the afterparty and i was like, why would anyone go to afterparty when u do everything during the party. What is so attractive with it? His explanation made me smile. "You know my afterparty is not about sex (i didnt kniw that it is about it🤣). At my place all can do what they want. No need to fuck" . I look at this slim guy, too slim. Is it because of drugs or? Abnormally slim. Does he really think that he can fuck me? He lacked masculinity, more girlish than guyish. "I have now own place. My own place!". Good for u man, good for u. I only replied, congrats with a new place, but i am not interested I am afraid. Thank you for thinking about me"
Then i battled another guy who was trying hard to have my attention. North african. Young but God so in bad shape physically. What a shame! Boring battle but fun for girls in the corner who serve drinks. They waved me and i went directly to them to say hello. Where were u? We havent seen u? How are u doing? I had to create halv true story, didnt want to hurt these sweet girls feeling by saying that i was having fun in centrally located posch clubs instead. They always remember what drink to serve! They are my biggest female fans, i am the only female who battles guys by challenging them. I love my fans especially when they are genuine. Not fake. I hate fakes.
While drinking cheap wine, didnt taste good but i am not picky, another old dance partner popped up behind my back trying to lift me. I know him, he worships me. So we just hugged each other, i received same questionsand had to reply same bullshit 😅😅
I had like five guys from previous who came up and greeted me. Almost same conversation. And all of them wanted to dance with me. This was not an easy task 😅 i couldn't seat a moment, and even on my way back to my place ppl grabbed me to dance with. There was a new guy, salsa dancer, which i suck at. It was fun and he was good. For a moment i thought i got a new dance partner, another one, untill he made a mistake. A huge mistake. New guy thinking i am new girl. I not new, moreover i know rules. Besides he was a muslim. What did he do? This idiot has actually handed me over to his friend to dance 😠 u never do that. Its a high level of disrespect. I just stopped, move away his hand, pushed away his friend, and said very angrily (u dont want to see my face then), No fucking way! And left to my stuff.
After some time music was interrupted, cops were in the area. We were all asked to seat. I shared chair with my friend. It was too many ppl, less chairs. Ppl were all in agony - where to seat. My friend suddenly had a guy seating on her laps 😂 and i knew the guy. He is a bullshiter. Young, goodlooking, calls himself light skin. My friend seems to be into him and he seem to play her. What my friend doesnt know is that this guy is a king of the dance floor and i am a Queen of the dance floor, but we never battled. Why? Cause he thinks that i should invite him to battle. And i think that he is too boyish, read weak. Its like to battle a little brother. But he doesnt look at me like at little sister. He was on her laps and she and me shared same chair. For the first time he was like 10cm next to me, staring and trying to converse. Puppy eyes. He is goodlooking for ppl like my friend, college girls, youth.. but i am a mature woman in young body, my eyes sees men only, not boys.
The whole evening went crazy, police issue was gone, dance floor was open. A lot of my favorite songs, ppl are dancing like crazy. Ppl smelled sweat, which i hate. I always have perfume with me, only for that reason. That's normally how guys comment me, my scent. My adhd is very much bounded to scent , flower scent is my favorite but i use different perfumes cause i like changes. Would have veen good idea to sell deosticks in the clubs, all clubs have sweat smell problem btw 🤣🤣
I am loved and missed, it felt good ! And its because i never treat ppl on their incomes or status, a bartender, a dj, a cleaner.. i greet all and treat them as humans , with respect. Cause they need it more than those in suits!
It was almost 4 in the morning.. time to go home. I realised that i would need to disappear unseen , in order not to have ppl running after and i would have to ditch them openly. Its not fun, i know these guys. I took my jacket and was stopped while trying to put on. A young guy , we danced before, begged me to stay. I said , lying actually, 8 need to go out for a moment. But he didnt let me, instead he went down on his knees and started to stroke my legs. It was very awkward situation, everybody watching and he didnt care. His touch gave me nothing, its just a boy. I pushed him away and went out. My face looked so angry that no one dared to stop me. Fucking unbelievable!
While out walking to the place where uber normally picks ppl i was a bit worried because of my friend who was stupid enough to drag some unknown guy with herself. Our ways split, i didn't know what she wanted to do. The guy was all over her and i didnt like it. Another tall guy passing me by and asking how i am doing. I just replied, not interested. He was like , maybe i wanted something else. As if i gave a shit. I have been dancing for 4-5 hours, i dont want afterparty, sex, drugs,alcohol, car drive... i want to go home and climb in my bed. Masturbate and then fall asleep like baby! That was all i wanted!
That evening i unfriended my selfish friend. Women are not homosocial, we are fucked up bitches 🤣 on the contrary, men are very homosocial and help each other, which explains why matriarchal society not possible. Untill we women learn to be homosocial we never will see the rise of female gender i am afraid 😁😁
Cheers 🍻 🥂🍹🍸🍾
P.s. i don't have energy to double check what i wrote, hope its readable 😆
