29/12/2020

Ιστορίες της μαμάς μου Vol. 1

•Ο προπάππους μου και η γυναίκα του που ζούσαν στο γύθειο είχαν ντυθεί εκείνος νταρντάνα κι εκείνη γιατρός σε κάποιες απόκριες και γύριζαν όλο το Γύθειο κάνοντας φάρσες στους συντοπίτες τους! Η μεταμφίεση της γυναίκας του προπάππου μου μάλιστα ήταν τόσο πετυχημένη που κανείς δεν κατάλαβε ότι ήταν γυναίκα!


•Η μητέρα μου πριν βγει στη σύνταξη ήταν αισθητικός και έκανε και μακιγιάζ. Κάθε απόκριες (δεκαετίες 70-80) είχε ουρές απέξω από το ινστιτούτο της από γκέι άνδρες που ήθελαν να τους βάψει Μαρινέλα και Βουγιουκλάκη! Έρχονταν ντυμένοι με τα κανονικά τους ρούχα και άλλαζαν στο ινστιτούτο της γιατί φοβόντουσαν να έρθουν ντυμένοι ως άνδρες με γυναικεία ρούχα. Αυτό είχε ως αποτέλεσμα να μπαίνουν στο κτίριο ως άνδρες και να βγαίνουν ως drag queens! Μάλιστα, όταν η μητέρα μου είχε να βάψει πάρα πολλούς ερχόταν και η γιαγιά μου (Φιλόλογος) και τη βοηθούσε!

•Ένας φίλος της μητέρας μου ήταν drag queen (ανεπίσημα) και η μητέρα μου τον έβαφε και τον έντυνε (με ζαρτιέρες κλπ) και έκανε show στο σαλόνι μας μπροστά στη γιαγιά μου και άλλες γειτόνισσες μεγάλης ηλικίας, οι οποίες τον λάτρευαν και διασκέδαζαν πολύ με το show!

•Η μητέρα μου ντυνόταν άντρας πολλές απόκριες. Μια φορά είχε ντυθεί γαμπρός και πήγε να πάρει από το σπίτι της με ταξί μια φίλη της αισθητικό που είχε ντυθεί νύφη. Τη ζήτησε και από τον πατέρα της ο οποίος έκλαιγε από τα γέλια. Ο ταξιτζής δε που την πήγε (και αρχικά δεν είχε καταλάβει ότι η μαμά μου είναι γυναίκα) έμεινε μαζί τους όλο το βράδυ και της πήγαινε από φιλικό σπίτι σε φιλικό σπίτι μιας και ήθελαν να κάνουν φάρσα σε όλους τους φίλους τους.

•Τότε που νομιμοποιήθηκαν οι πολιτικοί γάμοι, πολλ@ ιδιοκτήτ@ς μαγαζιών με είδη γάμου άρχισαν να πετάνε τα νυφικά που πωλούσαν καθότι πίστευαν ότι ήρθε το τέλος των επιχειρήσεών τους! Έτσι έκανε κι ένας κύριος στο Παγκράτι, και μία φίλη και γειτόνισσα της γιαγιάς μου πήγε και μάζεψε τα νυφικά, τα οποία και χάριζε μετά σε άντρες και γυναίκες για να ντυθούν νύφες τις απόκριες. Τέτοιο ήταν και το νυφικό που φόρεσε η φίλη της μαμάς μου στην παραπάνω ιστορία!

07/11/2020

The story of a parrot named Lorrito

Lorrito was a parrot given to my mother by one of her clients. Her client was suffering from a terminal disease, therefore she couldn't take care of the parrot anymore. She knew that my mother loved animals and we had a small jungle of pets over the years. And so, she decided our home would be the best option for the Amazonian Parrot, Lorrito.

I later found out that my mother's client was the second person to take care of him, as his first human also had health issues and could not look after him after a while. When we got Lorrito, he was around 15 years old. I was 12.

Him and my mother had a very special bond; not one you would expect human and bird to form. He would call my mum his 'love', 'darling', profess his love to her and sweet-talk her. If you thought parrots don't understand the meaning behind the words they learn, you were wrong. He knew exactly what he was saying, and that is proven by all the times he would call someone who pissed him off 'wanker' (malakas <μαλάκας> in Greek). 

He attacked my mum and my dad a few times, usually when he got scared of something, or jealous (he was very possessive of my mum); thankfully, nothing too serious -even though both my parents have a couple of scars because of him. Quite often, when he heard my mum taking a shower he would sneak in the bathroom, climb the bath curtain and peek-a-boo her. She would then put him on her shoulder and take a shower with him. Other times, my mum would be sitting on the couch eating pumpkin seeds whilst watching TV and he would be beside her eating pumpkin seeds as well. 

During the summer they would share her watermelon with feta cheese or my mum would be using the garden hose on him and he'd say 'my love' and 'I like this' to her. He let her pet him on his head, his neck and sometimes his back and belly. If I or my father wanted to touch him, he would usually wrap his claws around our finger and say something nice. Unless he was in a bad mood. Then he would swear at us and try to bite us. As long as you were nice to him and didn't do any sudden movements around him, you were going to be fine. 

I'm now realising I'm talking about a bird as if he was human. But you see, he was still part of my family and my mother loved him as her child. He had a personality and characteristics, he wasn't a silent observator... Oh, he wasn't silent at all! I'll never forget him trying to mimic our voices (he was always more successful in mimicking my dad's voice) or shouting happily when he heard children on TV (he seemed to have a soft spot for kids) or trying to unsuccessfully repeat the news on TV. 

Unfortunately, my parents found out very recently he was suffering from bacteria in his gut. Apparently, this type of bacteria is normal in parrots when they live in the jungle, but can harm them when they're domesticated. My parents tried hard to find someone who specialises in exotic birds to help them, and even though they did, Lorrito didn't seem to get better. Today I received the phone call informing me that my mother found him dead in the same spot he fell asleep last night. 

He has gotten so much love over the years and had a plethora of adventures in the 20 years he had been with us. I truly hope and wish his soul will rest in peace. What gives me some sort of comfort is he is not suffering anymore. I hope my dad and even more so my mum will be able to heal from that loss.



15/10/2020

Νύχτας Σκέψεις

Υπάρχουν κι εκείνες οι νύχτες που αναπολείς τα άτομα που πέρασαν από τη ζωή σου, και τι σημάδια άφησαν στην ψυχή σου.

24/08/2020

Another goodbye, another future

 It's that time again, the time I hate to say goodbyes.

I have been living between Athens and London for over ten years now.

Before that it was Athens and another city for a couple of years.

Living between two cities/countries is not an easy thing to do. It can be extremely rewarding, considering all the people you meet, all the diverse friendships you form, but it can also be tremendously painful, when you form strong bonds with people, only to have to leave again. 

You lose track of people's evolution, lives and journey. Sometimes, you even lose track of your own journey.

This summer, I was standing in front of a very scary crossroad. I had just came out of a long term relationship, had barely made it through quarantine, had been accepted to study my second masters, had no job and had just moved into a new place after seeing 31 properties.

I had -and still have- no fucking clue how everything would -and will- play out. The insecurity and fear stemming from the global pandemic isn't helping either. The only thing I knew was that I will be in Athens for a month. A month-long holiday to heal, recharge and indulge in familiarity and comfort. 

This month has been one of the best months of my life. I haven't had such an amazing summer since 2013. It was all I needed and more. I had the space and time to be free, the opportunity to re-discover parts of myself and the joy of welcoming old fragments of my soul that I considered long lost. 

My friends and loved ones embraced me as always, a warm cocoon giving me the opportunity to once again go through change, and in the end come out as a new creature, ready to face the world again.

I was lucky enough to form new friendships and have wonderful new people come into my life.

I am forever grateful to the people who surround me with positivity, love and respect. I am able to move forward because of you. 

Thank you,

Lara 

27/06/2020

Another day in patriarchy

So, after a very very long time, I got a mango iced tea from starbucks. I sit on a bench by myself and start enjoying my drink.
A guy passes me with his bike, stops, looks at me and the conversation goes as follows:
-Can I sit here? (it was the bench next to mine)
-Sure you can.
I put my mask back on, as I took it off whilst I sat on the bench, since no one was around.
-I don't have corona you know. I'm immune to it.
-Good for you.
-Can I talk to you?
-No, sorry, I'm busy. (I pretended to look on my phone)
I had already started to feel uncomfortable because he was staring at me the whole time, so I put my phone down and started dissinfecting my hands.
-Did you finish what you were doing? Can we talk now?
-No, sorry. I'm leaving.
-Can we meet again?
-No.
-Why?
-Because I don't want to.
-Why?
-I don't have to give you a reason
-Yes you do!
-No, I don't. Bye.
-Have a good evening. We may meet again!
-You too and no.
And that's how my mood was ruined and I couldn't enjoy my iced tea.

04/06/2020

21 of my fav black IG accounts

Considering what is going on in USA (e.g. the constant murder of innocent black people) and that finally white people are opening their eyes to the oppression and racism black people face, I am trying to do what I can to educate myself and others. I believe now, more than ever, it is important to listen to what black people have to say, to amplify their voices, to support black businesses and to stand up against racism. Being silent is not enough. Pretending racism does not concern you and ignoring your white privilege is part of the problem.
So, I would like to share 21 of my favourite black IG accounts, where you can not only educate yourselves on #blacklivesmatter, but also support black businesses and artists.

21 of my fav black IG accounts:

  • @joyjah (Joyjah Estrada) - model/fashion
  • @jasmeannnn (Jasmine Brown) - lashes/fashion/model/makeup
  • @cydbee (Cydnee Black) - beauty & lifestyle
  • @tashjanecollins (Tashjané Collins) - makeup
  • @thejungalow (Jungalow) - plants/interior design
  • @marie_mag_ (Candance Marie) - model/fashion
  • @iamcharityleigh (Charity Leigh) - makeup
  • @elmayahh (Eleni Asimaki) - model/fashion
  • @marianna_painesi (Mariana Painesi) - model/fashion
  • @heidincloset (Heidi In Closet) - drag queen
  • @jaidaehall (Jaida Essence Hall) - drag queen
  • @vanessa_gyimah (Vanessa) - makeup
  • @alissajanay (Alissa) - model/fashion
  • @monicastylemuse (Monicastylemuse) - blogger/style/makeup
  • @chaulegend (Chaun P.) - nail art
  • @sheamoistureuk (SheaMoisture UK) - hair brand
  • @kevin.laroy (babyface killa) - tattoo artist
  • @kattatgirl (Kat Tat) - tattoo artist
  • @itskitsovain (Miss Kitty Sovain) - TV personality/makeup
  • @latriceroyale (Latrice Royale) - drag queen
  • @meechdoodle (Meech) - illustration/comics

03/06/2020

2nd Recipe: Quick Mediterranean Pasta

Things you’ll need:

  • Brown pasta (or white, it’s up to you)
  • Salt (I use Himalayan pink salt)
  • Tomatoes
  • Onions
  • White cheese (preferably feta, or the vegan substitute)
  • Rocket Salad
  • Oregano
  • Extra Virgin Olive Oil
  • A pot and a colander
Ps. You can also add Olives, Avocado, or any other fresh vegetable you like!

TIP ➔ WHEN IT COMES TO QUANTITIES AND PORTIONS, IT’S ALL RELATIVE TO HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU’RE COOKING FOR, OR HOW HUNGRY YOU ARE! I’D SAY TRY TO NOT PUT THAT MANY INGREDIENTS THAT YOU CAN’T TASTE OR SEE THE PASTA ANY MORE!

Cooking time!

  1. Chop all of your vegetables and cheese in small cubes.
  2. Put water in a large pot, place it on the hob and wait until it starts boiling. Then throw a pinch of salt and your pasta in there!
  3. Check every few minutes and when the pasta is ready, strain it and put it on a plate.
  4. Then, put your vegetables and cheese on top. I usually do it in the following order: Tomatoes, Rocket Salad, Onions, Cheese.
  5. Sprinkle Oregano on top and 2 tablespoons of Extra Virgin Olive Oil per portion.

That’s it! You made it!

Enjoy your meal! ^_^

Random Thoughts LΧΧV

In case you needed to hear it today: You don’t have to become your parents’ dreams and ambitions.

27/04/2020

Ζωή στο περιθώριο

Οι ψυχικά ασθενείς, οι φτωχές, οι πολύχρωμοι, οι διαφορετικές υπάρξεις...
Αυτές που έχουν ζήσει μια ζωή αλλιώτικη, πολλές φορές πιο σκοτεινή, λουσμένη μέσ' την αδικία
Κυκλοφορώντας νύχτες πιο πολύ, εκεί που σταματά ο χρόνος
Εκεί που βλέπεις την εξαθλίωση της ψυχής και εκεί όπου η παρακμή πρεσβεύει
Γιατί δεν έχεις άλλη επιλογή, ή γιατί αυτό σε τραβάει, όπως η φλόγα το ζουζούνι, που πάει και κολλάει

Βλέπεις πολλά πράγματα τη νύχτα, πράγματα που σου μαυρίζουν την ψυχή
Πράγματα που κλέβουν ένα κομμάτι του εαυτού σου, και σε κάνουν πιο σκληρή
Αλλά και που να πας τη μέρα, εκεί που είναι οι ‘φυσιολογικοί’;
Σε μέρη με δήθεν ανθρώπους που δε δέχονται την ύπαρξή σου;
Η μέρα είναι σκληρή και σε ξεσκεπάζει, η νύχτα σου επιτρέπει να είσαι εσύ
Ξέρεις που να πας, κι ας κινδυνεύεις
Τουλάχιστον αν κινδυνεύσεις θα κρυφτείς

Είναι γλυκιά η παρακμή της νύχτας, κι ας σου ανοίγει την πληγή
Τα τέρατα σε κυνηγούν παντού, σκιές σ’ακολουθούν
Όσο πιο χαμηλό το φως, τόσο εξαφανίζονται
Κι η πληγή σου μένει ανοιχτή, όσο είσαι στο περιθώριο δεν κλείνει
Και θες να ξεχνιέσαι έστω για μια στιγμή, αλλά η κοινωνία δε σ’αφήνει

16/04/2020

Another London Flatshare Disaster

It's been sometime since the last time I wrote here about my housing situation in London.
So far, most flatshares and houseshares have been a shitshow, and that's due to a combination of house/flatmates behaviour and landpersons' exploitation of tenants.
You see, London is a very popular place.
There is an insane demand for accommodation, but not an enough supply. Hence why, landpersons can -and do- exploit (potential) tenants' desperation.
If you want to read my previous accommodation drama you can do it here, herehereherehere, and here.

Now, let's talk about my current s(h)ituation.

In December, my partner and I moved into a flatshare. We had been told there will be seven of us in a five-bedroom flat. There were two bathrooms (a tiny one and a larger one), no living room and the kitchen was tiny, without any windows. The room had a bed, a small couch, a mini-fridge, two wardrobes, a tv (basic channels) and a chest of drawers. Size wise it'd be ok for one person, but not great for two. Of course, it was very expensive.
One of the fridges in the kitchen wasn't working when we moved in. Oh well, it's London. Quality of life here isn't that great. So we had to make do.
  • The landpersons' first lie was that counting my partner and I, there would be seven of us in the house. We were eight.
  • Then, we saw random people coming in and out of the house, and after some digging found out one of the rooms had been set up as an AirbnB. We had not been informed prior. After a few days, thankfully, someone moved in permanently.
  • A few weeks ago we were told by the flatmates next door that they have a B'n'B contract, which isn't what we have. So not all tenants have the same type of contract. Hmmmm....
  • A couple of weeks after the coronavirus lockdown happened in UK, one of our flatmates disappeared. We were told by the landlords that he left and his room was available, so if we had any friends to tell them they could move in. Amidst the coronavirus outbreak they wanted to bring new people to the flat. By the way the guy who left didn't tell any of us he was leaving. We didn't even hear him clear his kitchen cupboard. Three weeks later someone moved in his room, and we suspect his girlfriend moved in as well, but was hiding.
  • Interestingly enough, we were told by the flatmates who have been in the flat the longest (eight months), that no one ever stays in the flat for over a year. I wonder why...
  • We also recently found out -by accident- that the landpersons we've met are not the actual landpersons! They are managing the property. We have no clue who the owner is, and we don't even know if we are subletting from the 'managers,' because they're not clarifying the situation. 
  • And to top it all off, after I did some digging, I discovered that even though this flat is classified as an HMO (house in multiple occupation) it has not been registered as such to the local council. Which of course is illegal as fuck. They probably don't even have a permit to have as many people in the house.
  • Lastly, our flat is the only one in the estate that has had the kitchen converted to a bathroom and a single bedroom and then, had part of the living room turned into the kitchen and another part turned into a bedroom. Dodgy af?

Update 1 (March):

So much has happened! I confirmed our 'Managers' are breaching many laws (from health and safety to housing).
One of my flatmates has already reported them and I'm considering doing the same at some point.
Two more people moved in, as the couple downstairs moved out. They work as delivery drivers, they do not wash their hands when they return home, and they do not self isolate or wear masks when in the kitchen (our only communal area).
As I am immunocompromised, I am rather stressed by this turn of events!


I will keep on updating this list the more things come up. I truly hope nothing else comes up though. Having to deal with this during quarantine is not optimal. 
I'm not even mentioning the drama between housemates to be honest. I've seen it all before, so I can't be bothered.
My partner and I have already started looking for another place.
Wish us luck!


Update 2 (April): 

A flat in the building next to ours was on fire this morning (around 4am).
Thankfully, -from what I've gathered- no one was inside at the time, and the fire didn't spread. But the whole flat is destroyed. The most popular hypothesis is that it was due to the old electrics of the building. We live in a Council Estate, and I'm sure you know how terribly built they are. Cheap materials, really old cables and no health and safety in place. It is very scary to think this could happen to anyone any time, and all of your belongings, or even worse your life, could be lost within seconds. And our flat specifically has so many health and safety violations, it worries me a lot. There is a boiler between the dryer and the oven, and there's also a washing machine and a dishwasher in that same tiny kitchen.


Update 3 (May): 

Another person moved into the room next door. Fourth person to move in during the pandemic.


Update 4 (June): 

We got an eviction notice via text today. In 2 weeks we have to be out, amidst a pandemic (which is illegal of course). 
They claimed they have to hand the property back to the Agency. We still don't know if we were subletting from them.
When I requested everything in email the 'Managers' became aggressive via text and deny us information we are legally entitled to. At least we found out the name of the agency and I have contacted them about all the illegal stuff going on.

They just emailed me they have a proposal they want to discuss in person tomorrow. Let's see.


Update 5 (June):

To sum up, we spoke with the agency, a lot of shady things are going on... They gave us two options, either take over the contract, or accept to sublet from a new person.
Finally we got that on email, as they were not communicating with us via email before.
The tenants have united against them, and we will fight for our rights. 
Still not providing us with the landlord's info and other info we are entitled to, by law.

Update 6 (June):

We have spoken to a lawyer, who confirmed we are right and the 'Managers' eviction text is void, and the way they are handling the situation illegal. 
The 'Managers' are trying to avoid responding to our questions via email (even though they admitted they have not protected our Deposit via the Deposit Scheme) and want to meet in person. We informed them we are receiving legal advice and we will only meet them in person if we are allowed to record them. Let's see...

Update 7 (August):

I moved out on the 20th of July. It was an utter and complete mess! The 'Managers' realised they had fucked up, they showed up to our flat without notice, the agency got involved... In the end, we did report them to the local council, including proof etc., but we don't know what happened in the end. In the last few weeks only three to four people had remained in the flat, so it was peaceful and calm, and the 'Managers' did leave us alone once they had a final moved out day. 

Hopefully, this is the last Housing Horror Story I have to share.

Thank you for following my journey!


11/04/2020

My first recipe: Vegetable Noodles

For anyone who follows me on TikTok or Instagram (both @Mysticismlover), you may have seen me post short clips of dishes I make. Now, I'm no chef, but apparently some of you were intrigued by my dishes! So here it is, my quick recipe for vegetable noodles!

Things you'll need:

-Onions
-Mushrooms
-Asparagus
-Baby Sprouts
-Broccoli or Tenderstem Broccoli
-Corn or Baby Corn
-Peppers
-Carrots
-Sesame oil (or your preferred cooking oil)
-BBQ Spice (or your preferred spice -e.g. paprika)
-Black Bean Garlic Stir Fry Sauce (or any sauce you like e.g. teriyaki)
-Noodles (I use the ones that don't require boiling and need 4-5 minutes in the wok)
-A wok, or a large frying pan, non sticky
Ps. You can also add meat, seafood or tofu if you would like to!

TIP ➔ When it comes to quantities and portions, it's all relative to how many people you're cooking for, or how hungry you are! I'd say try to not put that many ingredients that you can't taste or see the noodles any more!

Cooking time!

  1. Chop chop! Chop your vegetables!

    TIP ➔ Try to chop your 'long' vegetables in thin stripes (e.g. asparagus, baby corn, carrots e.t.c.). That way they're cooked faster and they blend really nicely with your noodles, whilst still adding different textures. Plus, the result is so visually pleasing!

  2. Turn your hob on (avoid the highest settings). Place the wok/frying pan on top and once it starts warming up a bit, put the vegetables that take longer to cook (e.g. asparagus, baby corn, broccoli), or the frozen vegetables -if you're using any- first. If there's no frozen vegetables add a little bit of water. Stir slowly.
  3. Once these vegetables start being softer, put the rest of the vegetables in the wok and add the oil of your choice. If I'm cooking for myself, I use 2 tablespoons of oil. Stir slowly.
  4. A couple of minutes later add your spice(s). Stir a bit faster.
  5. Now that all is blended, time for your noodles! Make sure to break them apart a little bit before putting them in the wok/frying pan.
  6. Then, finally, we can get saucy! Poor that sauce on top of the noodles and stir stir stir!!!

    TIP ➔ A little sauce can go a long way and you can always top it up if you feel you need more, so avoid using too much.

  7. After you stir for a few minutes and all looks blended and cooked, it's time to turn the hob off and serve the noodles! Let them sit for a few minutes before you start eating them, otherwise they'll be too hot.

That's it! You made it! 

Enjoy your meal! ^_^ 

05/04/2020

Walk a mile in my shoes

I wrote this poem today, self-isolation and people not taking this pandemic seriously has affected my mental health.
Here is part of it:
“Depression is not showering for a week
Depression is not having the strength to be
Depression is a pile of negative emotion
Depression is a misunderstood notion”
“Depression can be a never-ending nightmare
Depression can be a monster you can’t bare
Depression isn’t a mainstream movie trend
Depression is not recognising any friend”

30/03/2020

Στη μνήμη του Ήρωα Μανώλη Γλέζου

Δεν ξέρω τι να πω.
Είναι μεγάλη η απώλεια, πολύ μεγάλη για να εκφραστεί με μικρές λέξεις.
Ο Μανώλης Γλέζος έζησε και πέθανε αγωνιστής. Αυτός ο Άνθρωπος με όλη τη σημασία της λέξης, ο Ήρωας, ο παππούς όλων μας.
Ειλικρινά, νιώθω σα να έχασα ένα δικό μου άνθρωπο.
Δε θα ξεχάσω τη φωτογραφία με εκείνον μέσα στη βροχή και την μπόρα το 2017 να έχει σηκώσει τη γροθιά του ψηλά, για να τιμήσει τους νεκρούς του Πολυτεχνείου. 96 χρονών.
Έκλαψα όταν είδα εκείνη τη φωτογραφία. Και ντράπηκα. Ντράπηκα που δεν ήμουν κι εγώ εκεί.
Είναι πολλά αυτά που έκανε και ως νέος, αλλά και μέχρι το τέλος της ζωής του, ήταν τεράστιος άνθρωπος.
Διαβάστε την ιστορία του, δείτε βίντεο από τις ομιλίες του, και συγκεντρώσεις στις οποίες ήταν.
Πάντοντε ειλικρινής, πάντοτε καθαρός και πάνω από όλα, αλληλέγγυος.
Εύχομαι η μνήμη του να ζήσει για πάντα και να διατηρεί τη φλόγα της αντίστασης αναμένη.


ΥΓ. Πόσο θά'θελα νά'βγαινα στο μπαλκόνι μου στην Αθήνα και να χειροκροτούσα μαζί σας στις 9μμ.
Είμαι στο εξωτερικό όμως, οπότε χειροκρότησα μόνη μου, κι άφησα λίγα λουλούδια σε ένα δέντρο με αυτό το χαρτάκι.




08/02/2020

Feminist Loneliness

I've had a mostly feminist ideology since I was a kid.
However, I started consciously calling myself a feminist about five years ago.

Being a feminist meant that I couldn't turn a blind eye anymore, and I had to practice what I preached. That resulted in the ending of friendships and companionships, and also blocking/deleting a lot of acquaintances on social media. Not to mention the online arguments. Oh, the online arguments! What a toll did those take at me!
During that journey, I felt and hoped I could find support and sisterhood in feminist pages.

I could not have been more wrong.
My first ordeal was with a very well-known USA feminist page. I got chewed up and spat like a chewing gum pretty quickly. You see, USA feminists more than often are not very knowledgeable on European politics and culture. At least not as knowledgeable as European feminists are on USA culture and politics. And with that came a lot of ignorant comments and responses towards me, and consequently, a lot of hate. And so I left.

Then, a few years back I discovered a few feminist pages from my home country. I cannot begin to describe to you the relief, the peace I found through these pages. I had to leave one of them as the responses were too aggressive to my liking. Aggression seemed to be a common denominator on the responses in most pages I've been (feminist or not), and it is something that makes me very uncomfortable. Nevertheless, my desperation to find a feminist nest urged me to ignore certain aggressive outbursts as long as they weren't directed at me (how hypocritical, I know), and as long as they were not a daily issue. But then, what should I do when the admins/page followers start having an attitude towards me as well? Or when the aggression and rudeness becomes an everyday thing, a pattern? There's not much to do I guess, apart from leaving.

And here I am, not part of any community again, a lone feminist, too feminist for society, and too 'soft' for feminist circles.

11/01/2020

10 years in London

On the 7th of January:

"Ten years ago on this day, before sunrise, a taxi picked me up from my house in Athens to take me to the airport.
It was really important for me to go to the airport alone, so I hugged my parents goodbye and got on the taxi.
I had a one-way ticket to London, and a bachelor's degree in music to do. I didn't know anyone in London. I secretly cried during the whole flight.
Ten years, 2 degrees, a lot of hardships, but also a lot of fun and a few odd jobs later and I've made some friends whom I consider family, and found myself an awesome partner in London.
Still struggling to survive -as London is not an easy place to be- but being here for all these years has shaped me into a stronger, wiser and more patient person than I was before.
Happy London Anniversary to me!!!!


Ps. And what a coincidence! Today, ten years later, I'm flying from Athens to London again."