Someone, by asking me what my lingustic "home" is, had me realise that I'm not only polyamorous, I'm polylingual as well!

(I handle Swedish, English and French about as well or badly, I do not usually translate between them, I think in all three languages, and most of all, I dream in any of them)

I had a date yesterday evening, at my place. No expectations whatsoever, just playing as I go, so to say, and getting whatever I can get, no set plan. The only thing I did to prepare was a little bit of cleanup and cooking dinner (a simple spinach and feta cheese pie, which she enjoyed :-)). The rest of the evening became lots of talking, mostly on her part.

Some might wonder what I got out of it, and she was worried that she would abuse my ... I think it was kindness that she referred to. But you know, just feeding someone and that being appreciated is a sacred thing in itself, and I enjoy that. And then, the talk was very much her opening up some things that are obviously painful, and opening up quite a lot of her vulnerability on a mental and emotional level, and that's nothing less than a precious gift. All I could do was listen a lot and take it all in.
Through all of that, she also saw a major part of who I am, and expressed it. I felt very much seen by her, and that's quite a gift as well.

I spent my morning thinking about this and letting the impressions sink in, and I just felt warm inside. I hope she feels the same.

Thank you.

Since yesterday, I've walked around town in a kilt. It's kinda different, but after the five first minutes, my nervosity went away and I hardly noticed the glances and especially those people that quickly look away as soon as I look at them :-).

Basically, traversing Farsta Centrum at about 10am became the test of my confidence, and I was amazed how quickly walking around with, basically, a piece of cloth around your hip felt like the most natural thing in the world. I was a bit amused, though, by this stranger who had a good look at me, toe to head, with a broad smile on her face... I'll admit it, that was encouraging!

I guess the only thing that kind of triggers me is when I sometimes catch someone staring at my crotch... and of course, I'm wondering if this is how the women who get their boobs stared at too often feel like... on the other hand, am I noticing it more now because I'm wearing something different? Maybe it's something that occurs much more often than I've realised and I just hadn't noticed it before I feel a bit more exposed? I think I'll have to observe a little more consciously when I'll wear pants again...

What else? Oh yeah, there's the occasional breeze that sends a wif of fresh air to areas of my body where that has never happened before, and that's kind of a nice feeling.

Do I feel exposed? Not particularly. My kilt is a utilikilt, they're pleated and there's more layers of cloth in the front than one might realise, so a bit of wind won't make a difference, and since the kilt goes down below the knees, there really isn't much of a viewing angle, if you see what I mean. So no, no worries, really. Perhaps when sitting down, but considering I sat the same way today for, what could it be, half an hour?, before I realised that the people sitting at a level below me might have a view and thinking they might not enjoy it, it doesn't seem to be much of a bother (and it's silly anyway, as there isn't much light there ;-)).

I'm having fun with this. Isn't that how it should be?

... you end up in a slide show on TV4.se (I'm on picture 18, but take a look around as well!).

I owe Charlie for the inspiration!

I went out to have a beer with a bunch of friends/people I know yesterday. Among them was a woman I hadn't seen in a few years, and who was good friends with Lisa and I back when we were together, and as remained close friends with Lisa since then. She ignored me totally yesterday, which surprised me mostly because it's never happened to me before (that I'm aware of), wouldn't look at me at all, not even responding when I said something that was blatantly directed to her.

It stung a little bit, but I mostly chuckled inside because that whole act is really pretty silly, bordering on childish. After all, I've done absolutely nothing to her.

The only thing that I can see is that this is connected to Lisa's and my divorce 5 years back, that this woman has "chosen a side" and acts it out this way, perpetrating a five year old hurt as she goes.

When you are in the middle of a flame war, some intense discussion with some idiot lunatic in the other end who just won't get that xe is wrong and you're right, don't you sometimes wish it would just stop?

Consider this:

(there are times when xkcd just hits the spot)

I'd like to claim the following term:

Homeopathic coffee

That's the first thing I uttered after realising that the coffee machine at work was broken and only gave me water with the slightest brown coloring.

Oh, and I'll add "yuck!", but will not try to claim that

I had a haircut (just the tops) and updated the coloring of some of my hair last friday, and while that's not so special, my hairdresser ended up making a comment I found preciously full of humour; "Jesus had a blond moment...".

(I usually don't enjoy the Jesus references too much... Quite humbling if anything, if you ask me. This one was an exception, though...)

[for the americans; that's soccer ;-)]

Yesterday, after a bit of dancing, I went to a local tavern/pub/pizzeria with loved Charlie and a couple of friends, which was something I've never done before (I've only become interested in watching a sport event pretty damn recently). That was loads of fun, festive, cheering, sharing thoughts and emotions, excitement. A thrill!

Also, it was Sweden against Greece, and Sweden won by 2--0. I can't but be proud!

The past few days, the Stockholm Globe Arenas offered the opportunity to try a number of different dances, and Charlie and I decided to try tango!

We had a blast, and the dance seemed fairly easy, at least for a start, and is yet a powerful dance!

We wanna do more of this.