Unfinished sketch, indian ink on white paper .
Drawing of the talented Mr Sammor, indian ink on yellow paper .
Drawing, indian ink on light blue paper .
It’s been over 36 months now since my mother’s funeral, a few weeks longer since she passed away, and almost as many months since I stood there and gently lowered her urn into the flower bed memorial where she rests. It’s been almost as long since one of my sisters started what became a family dividing fight. So for the last three years it’s been the lawyer this, the attorney that, the new counselor this, and another barrister that. It’s been driving us all insane, but I guess it’s just her way of saying she wasn’t pleased with the will.
So many times I’ve thought: the past has passed, let it go. But it’s been impossible. It wasn’t behind me, us, my family. It was still very much going on. And in the end it just became, why even bother trying? I stopped thinking about it.
After 36 months it must have come to an end, or the state steps in and solves it for you (that’s how it works here in Sweden, folks, inheritance disputes can’t go on forever). And a few days ago I was informed that she finally had accepted our mother’s final will. No objections, nothing. The past is in the past, I can let it go, finally.
I love this wonderful piece made by hoarse-rama after one of my photos.
Always hard in the pool.
Ajohan Lahti – Massive Cock Log.
Life. Apparently this year is about travel. I’ve been to India for weeks, travelled to Stockholm twice, to London (just to see the recording of an episode of QI) and spent some weeks on a Greek island. Life is beautiful. So is my Instagram by the way.
Summer. Enjoying G&Ts with the neighbors buck naked. There is so much life to a Scandinavian summer. The colors, even if the lawns already are brown from the heat. I’m in love with our garden.
I should start looking for a new job, but I keep all options open, and have applied to continue a Master in Economics. But if something falls from the sky, I’ll take it. And I should finish some short stories, and longer stories.
Ajohan Lahti – Getting hard with wine. Come join me for a drink if you like red!
Anti-Gay Hate Crimes in Miami Show Even Pride Isn’t Safe
It was Rene Chalarca’s first Pride event. He and his boyfriend, Dmitry Logunov, attended Miami Beach Pride last month to celebrate their community. What they got instead were multiple lacerations and blows from a group of four men who hurled slurs at the couple as they attacked them.
“We probably provoked them because we were walking together, holding hands. It was gay pride, South Beach was full of gay people,” Logunov told NBC Miami. The assault was caught on CCTV footage, and the men were quickly identified and apprehended.