Eva Rún Snorradóttir
'Middle-aged women at a party that endede ages ago.'
Middle-aged women at a party that ended ages ago. They’re all wearing t-shirts emblazoned with erect penises and the slogan Halló/Bless, or: Hi/Bye.
B: Sex with your guyfriends.
A: Sex with your girlfriends.
C: Sex on a yellow pool float that ripples like a cloud in the sky, your friend asleep beside you.
B: Sex that was so amazing you’re still thinking about it days later.
A: Sex so quick you can go back to partying after. Hardly miss a thing.
B: Sex on drugs, so you can make it last longer.
C: Sex with a white man who’s so sunburned he’s basically bleeding.
B: Sex with Spanish taxi driver Bless.
A: Sex with four foreigners in a row and you think about it for a few days after because you feel like you’ve cheated on someone. You don’t have a boyfriend and never have.
C: Sex with the girl at the photo shop if you’d ever had the guts to say something.
B: Sex that you’re reminded of when you see a man’s footprint on your sheet. Size 42 or so.
C: Sex that you feel bad about not feeling bad about having.
A: Sex with a good friend who’s been trying it on with you for ages until eventually, you just give in and give up and say fine.
B: Sex that ruins everything.
C: Sex that keeps going long after it’s come to a formal end. As if that’s when it actually begins.
A: Sex that causes you to spend a few decades wondering whether the applicable terminology actually covers the event. Sex. Sexual Relations. Relations. Intercourse. Inter-Course.
C: Sex where you lie there flat and monotone and afterwards you don’t feel anything, just the familiar hangover and fuzziness: a gluttonous hole you need to fill as soon as possible. All you know is that you’ve overdone it. The feeling starts to grow, gets bigger and more aggressive, inside you is an angry shark that’s going to kill you for having fucked that man and reacted in that ridiculous way. Didn’t stop, didn’t moan. And after, nothing but flatness, silence, and that monotone voice. Decades later, someone will finally tell you that’s normal for someone who’s experienced sexual violence.
B: What is this? Are we or aren’t we at a party in 1999? Nothing but fun in the sun, baby!
"Volwassen vrouwen op een lang vervlogen feest."
Volwassen vrouwen op een lang vervlogen feest. Dragen truien met een stijve penis op de voorkant en de woorden: Halló Bless.
B: Seks met je vrienden.
A: Seks met je vriendinnen.
C: Seks op een geel luchtbed dat deint als een wolk aan de hemel, terwijl je vriendin naast je ligt te slapen.
B: Seks die zo waanzinnig was dat je er nog dagen aan terugdenkt.
A: Seks die maar heel even duurt en je danst weer door. Hebt nauwelijks iets gemist.
B: Seks aan de drugs, zodat je langer door kunt gaan.
C: Seks met een witte man die zo zongebruind is dat zijn lichaam bloedt.
B: Seks met Bless, de Spaanse taxichauffeur.
A: Seks met de vierde buitenlander op rij en de volgende paar dagen vraag je je af waarom het voelt alsof je iemand hebt bedrogen. Je hebt geen vriend en nooit gehad.
C: Seks met het meisje van het ontwikkellab als je maar had gedurfd iets te zeggen.
B: Seks die je weer te binnen schiet als je de voetafdruk van een man op je beddengoed ziet. Schoenmaat circa 42.
C: Seks waarover je je slecht voelt omdat je je er niet slecht over voelt.
A: Seks met een goede vriend die eeuwenlang bleef aandringen en uiteindelijk ben je wanhopig en verward omdat je oké hebt gezegd.
B: Seks die alles verpest.
C: Seks die nog lang doorgaat nadat die officieel is afgelopen. Het is net of die dan pas echt begint.
A: Seks waarover je je decennia later afvraagt of het woord copulatie de lading wel dekt. Co-pulatie.
C: Seks waar je plat lag en monotoon, na afloop voelde je helemaal niets, alleen die bekende zwaarte en lethargie: een gulzig gat dat continu moest worden gevuld. Wist alleen dat je jezelf tot het uiterste had gedreven. Dan begint het gevoel sterker te worden, groter en opdringeriger, in je binnenste zit een boze haai die je zal vermoorden omdat je deze man hebt geneukt en je zo absurd hebt gedragen. Niet gestopt, niet gekreund. Alleen die platheid, de stilte en je monotone stem daarna. Pas decennia later krijg je te horen dat dat een normale lichamelijke reactie is op seksueel geweld.
B: Wat is dat nu, zijn we niet op een feestje in 1999 met niets op het programma behalve plezier?
Fullorðnar konur í löngu liðnu partýi. Klæðast bolum með reistu typpi framan á og áletruninni: Halló Bless.
B: Samfarir með vinum þínum.
A: Samfarir með vinkonum þínum.
C: Samfarir á gulri vindsæng sem dúar eins og ský í lofti, vinkona þín sofandi við hliðina á þér.
B: Samfarir sem voru svo geggjaðar að þú hugsar um þær í marga daga á eftir.
A: Samfarir sem taka örstuttan tíma og þú heldur áfram að djamma. Misstir nánast ekki af neinu.
B: Samfarir á eiturlyfjum, svo hægt sé að halda lengur áfram.
C: Samfarir með hvítum manni sem er allur sólbrunninn svo það blæðir úr líkama hans.
B: Samfarir með spænska leigubílstjóranum Bless.
A: Samfarir með fjórða útlendingnum í röð og þú hugsar um það í nokkra daga á eftir afhverju þér líður eins og þú sért að svíkja einhvern. Þú átt engan kærasta og hefur aldrei átt.
C: Samfarir við stelpuna í framköllunarstofunni ef þú hefðir bara þorað að segja eitthvað.
B: Samfarir sem rifjast upp fyrir þér eftir að þú sérð spor eftir karlmann í lakinu þínu. Skóstærð sirka 42.
C: Samfarir sem þér líður illa yfir að líða ekki illa yfir að hafi átt sér stað.
A: Samfarir við góðan vin sem hefur suðað í þér í óralangan tíma og þú endar í örvinglan og ráðaleysi á því að segja ókei.
B: Samfarir sem eyðileggja allt.
C: Samfarir sem halda áfram löngu eftir að þeim er formlega lokið. Það er eins og þær byrji þá fyrir alvöru
A: Samfarir sem þú hugsar um í nokkra áratugi hvort að orðið samfarir nái yfir atburðinn. Sam-farir.
C: Samfarir þar sem þú lást flöt og mónótónísk, fyrst á eftir fannstu ekki neitt, bara þessa kunnuglegu þynnku og doðann: gráðuga holu sem þurfti að fylla upp í tafarlaust. Vissir bara að þú hefðir gengið nærri þér. Svo fer sú tilfinning að aukast, verða stærri og ágengari, inni í þér er reiður hákarl sem ætlar að drepa þig fyrir að hafa verið að ríða þessum manni og sýnt þessi fáránlegu viðbrögð. Ekki stoppað, ekki stunið. Bara flatneskja, þögn og mónótónísk röddin eftir á. Áratugum seinna færðu loksins að heyra að það séu eðlileg viðbrögð líkamans við því að verða fyrir kynferðis-ofbeldi.
B: Hvað er þetta, erum við ekki staddar í partýi árið 1999 og ekkert á dagskránni nema fjör?
From: Fræ sem frjóvga myrkrið
Publisher: Benedikt bókaútgáfa, Iceland
'Middle-aged women at a party that endede ages ago.'
Middle-aged women at a party that ended ages ago. They’re all wearing t-shirts emblazoned with erect penises and the slogan Halló/Bless, or: Hi/Bye.
B: Sex with your guyfriends.
A: Sex with your girlfriends.
C: Sex on a yellow pool float that ripples like a cloud in the sky, your friend asleep beside you.
B: Sex that was so amazing you’re still thinking about it days later.
A: Sex so quick you can go back to partying after. Hardly miss a thing.
B: Sex on drugs, so you can make it last longer.
C: Sex with a white man who’s so sunburned he’s basically bleeding.
B: Sex with Spanish taxi driver Bless.
A: Sex with four foreigners in a row and you think about it for a few days after because you feel like you’ve cheated on someone. You don’t have a boyfriend and never have.
C: Sex with the girl at the photo shop if you’d ever had the guts to say something.
B: Sex that you’re reminded of when you see a man’s footprint on your sheet. Size 42 or so.
C: Sex that you feel bad about not feeling bad about having.
A: Sex with a good friend who’s been trying it on with you for ages until eventually, you just give in and give up and say fine.
B: Sex that ruins everything.
C: Sex that keeps going long after it’s come to a formal end. As if that’s when it actually begins.
A: Sex that causes you to spend a few decades wondering whether the applicable terminology actually covers the event. Sex. Sexual Relations. Relations. Intercourse. Inter-Course.
C: Sex where you lie there flat and monotone and afterwards you don’t feel anything, just the familiar hangover and fuzziness: a gluttonous hole you need to fill as soon as possible. All you know is that you’ve overdone it. The feeling starts to grow, gets bigger and more aggressive, inside you is an angry shark that’s going to kill you for having fucked that man and reacted in that ridiculous way. Didn’t stop, didn’t moan. And after, nothing but flatness, silence, and that monotone voice. Decades later, someone will finally tell you that’s normal for someone who’s experienced sexual violence.
B: What is this? Are we or aren’t we at a party in 1999? Nothing but fun in the sun, baby!
From: Fræ sem frjóvga myrkrið
'Middle-aged women at a party that endede ages ago.'
Middle-aged women at a party that ended ages ago. They’re all wearing t-shirts emblazoned with erect penises and the slogan Halló/Bless, or: Hi/Bye.
B: Sex with your guyfriends.
A: Sex with your girlfriends.
C: Sex on a yellow pool float that ripples like a cloud in the sky, your friend asleep beside you.
B: Sex that was so amazing you’re still thinking about it days later.
A: Sex so quick you can go back to partying after. Hardly miss a thing.
B: Sex on drugs, so you can make it last longer.
C: Sex with a white man who’s so sunburned he’s basically bleeding.
B: Sex with Spanish taxi driver Bless.
A: Sex with four foreigners in a row and you think about it for a few days after because you feel like you’ve cheated on someone. You don’t have a boyfriend and never have.
C: Sex with the girl at the photo shop if you’d ever had the guts to say something.
B: Sex that you’re reminded of when you see a man’s footprint on your sheet. Size 42 or so.
C: Sex that you feel bad about not feeling bad about having.
A: Sex with a good friend who’s been trying it on with you for ages until eventually, you just give in and give up and say fine.
B: Sex that ruins everything.
C: Sex that keeps going long after it’s come to a formal end. As if that’s when it actually begins.
A: Sex that causes you to spend a few decades wondering whether the applicable terminology actually covers the event. Sex. Sexual Relations. Relations. Intercourse. Inter-Course.
C: Sex where you lie there flat and monotone and afterwards you don’t feel anything, just the familiar hangover and fuzziness: a gluttonous hole you need to fill as soon as possible. All you know is that you’ve overdone it. The feeling starts to grow, gets bigger and more aggressive, inside you is an angry shark that’s going to kill you for having fucked that man and reacted in that ridiculous way. Didn’t stop, didn’t moan. And after, nothing but flatness, silence, and that monotone voice. Decades later, someone will finally tell you that’s normal for someone who’s experienced sexual violence.
B: What is this? Are we or aren’t we at a party in 1999? Nothing but fun in the sun, baby!
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