of sex and change

some quick reflections before my swedish film class - more content coming!


Sex

sex goes hand in hand with inebriation the world over, but in Sweden it's different. In Australia, a one night stand was big news, it was hush hush, it was instant gossip, it was misunderstandings, it was self-doubt. Here, sex sheds a lot of its taboo. It's unspoken rule that you'll only go back to a Swede's apartment for sex. Once it's over, that's that. It has the freedom to serve as something purely for pleasure. There is none of that silly worrying over the consequences (excluding, of course, contraception - pix of strange Swedish condoms on the way!) It's sex. Or, as the saying probably goes in Swedish: "It's just sex".


Change

For some of my peeps, Lund has provided the catalyst for a long overdue self reflection. Being in a foreign place instantly gives you perspective, without you even trying. It gives you space to breathe. You stop defining yourself by the the people you used to try to impress and the commitments you used to fret about. It's a blank slate, it's a new game, and you can do whatever the hell you want with it.