I felt like a male, during my summer vacation. It’s rare, very rare, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I would be spending my weeks with a muscle training, volleyball on the beach, or whatever it is, the male men, when they are supposed to be male. Instead, it’s all about the pure masculinity of that, and refuse to take the help of someone else.
me and my partner are moving , soon, into a new apartment and we need furniture. Many of the pieces of furniture, personally, I have found hardly any at all. And not to such pieces of furniture are purchased with the assistance of the Tiptapp or less gigbaserade, a means of moving large quantities of heavy things on it. Instead, I’m using public transport to travel from station to station, a couple a day, in order to pick up the various things we have bought second-hand. One seat cushion, in Norwich, to a headboard of the wicker in the Cork, a påfågelfåtölj at Lilla Essingen. A car or a driver’s license, I have not, of course, that inflyttad the Residents, it would completely ruin my image!
Instead, I take the light rail , for Style, a place I’d never been to, but that seems fairly idyllic, with its tenement buildings, in order to pick-up a office desks. The woman I was buying the table asks me if I have a car, and proud of, my answer is that I’m going to wear it.
So, I am walking with this heavy-duty table is 500 metres away it takes me to find my way back to the car. I was smiling like a man, but at the same time, as a young child. I am able to.
Hugo, Edward, is the DN’s faktaredaktör and will make every effort to be a native-born Residents. See also his reflections on the difficulty of finding a stamkrog in Stockholm, sweden, and about how he was a dork.
