Of all the places to really get feminism, it has to be the hospital. Not just any hospital but the one with psychotic people.
They generally are a very nice bunch of people, but I feel weirded out by fully intelligent and capable women wearing short skirts, lots of makeup and with manicured nails. At a hospital.
And then came the night when I was bawling my eyes out due to the realisation that I was kicked out of college when random patient who just arrived, came into my room, closed the door and then moved on me. Of all the places to have a guy hit on me. At the hospital.
I think it was the very first time I was genuinely scared of actually being attacked. Not withstanding the years of physical bullying, still it's a very different perspective to get raped isn't it. I didn't understand some of the perspectives given out during the Sexual Politics course last semester because I've never really identified my weakness as connected to being a girl, but rather that I'm just weird, different. Then to have a stranger come and put his hands on you, taking off your shirt, it's bizarre to move from 'I'm sad' to 'I'm scared'.
Then two days later he pulled down his pants infront of me. Funny thing was my initial reaction was to grab him and yank out his balls until there was blood. Then composure. Then walking away laughing. Boys are so stupid.
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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