The Stranger...Dijon.

Well that didn’t take long. It’s my second post for the year and I can certainly tell you I wasn’t expecting to crack out a second one at least until February. But here we are...five days later with so much to say. 

If you have read my blog previously than you know I have a mild obsession with the show Vikings. I also am very much a fan of the actor Alex Høgh Andersen-who plays Ivar the Boneless. He was the very first person I saw the very first time I was introduced to this show a year ago. What can I say I’m a sucker for men who show vulnerability. Even if it’s in the most disastrous of ways? If you haven’t read previous posts, well at least you now know....Alex and Vikings are a few of the reasons why this very blog exists. However, if you really want to know more in depth where this infinity comes from feel free to peep out my blog post titled, “Ode To The Boys.” It’s there you’ll learn more. 

In light of recent events though...a day after a group of obsessed Trump supporters stormed into my nation’s Capitol Building and wreaked havoc on my country’s democracy while simultaneously destroying property and disrespecting police authorities; an action this side condemned all in 2020 shortly after every single human being with an internet connection or a TV set watched as a black man begged for life while a ruthless, racist cop killed his ass....Alex and these supporters are connected. Whoa. That was a mouthful...I know. 

Vikings and Alex have become yet again my escape. If I can’t watch the news anymore...Vikings gets turned on. If I can’t handle the bullshit social media spews out, I turn to Alex for a reprieve. I’m not sticking my head in the sand, I just can only handle so much fuckery in one day. 

*side note shout out to mom* 

Sorry Mom, unfortunately my dirty mouth is here to stay. I’m 40. I cuss. It happens. At least I’ve never been in any real trouble...pick your battles. Lol. 

Last year I wrote many a post about all the fuckery I was observing....and I wrote many a post about the influence both Vikings and Alex had on my life. 

For the most part, I came to the conclusion last year that if there is alien life out there and they saw what us humans were doing to each other, they chose to turn right the fuck around. They literally looked at our dumpster fire of a planet and unanimously decided earth wasn’t worth the headache. And personally, I don’t blame them. I’d be running for the hills too, if only I could. 

But alas...I’m stuck here. On this beautiful planet with a bunch of self-righteous pricks that act as if the shit they do or the things they say-specifically on the internet-doesn’t warrant some type of brutal ass kicking. Seriously...some of you fuckers need a karate chop to the damn neck. 

So what does the Capitol Coup have to do with Alex and Vikings? Well, patience grasshopper...I’m getting to that. 

Right about now.....but first this...

I’m an empath. I feel everything and observe even more and it’s rare that I can keep my mouth closed about any of it. Especially if I’m losing sleep over it. If I’m being forced to toss and turn rest assured your ass is going to hear about it...because Imma Taurus and nobody fucks with our rest. Messing with this, is like messing with our food supply...and that is a dangerous, slippery slope to be on and no one-unless you are another Taurus-really wants to battle it out with a tired and hungry Taurus. 

But again...here we are. You, me, and this shitty horse this bullshit rode in on. 

And I have mentioned what I about to mention here before on this blog. Again another post of mine...if you care to read it. It’s tilted, “Sister, Sister.” You can even stop this post and go read those...just come back...because you might need this post more than you thought you did. 

Last night...while I couldn’t sleep I decided to geek out on Vikings. No one I really know-except for one person watches this show so I have no one to really talk shop with...so to the interwebs I go. Alex has a barrage of female fans. Mostly are the same ones who post all day, every day in hopes that maybe, just maybe this young, foxy looking lad will acknowledge their presence. Now before you get all up in arms about this...you could say in a way I am doing the same. Sure...okay...I will let you have that but only because I am letting you have it not because it’s actual fact. 

I like the guy but I’m not stenciling our names together and I’m damn sure not talking shit to any other woman this guy spends his time with. I personally have seen most of his other stuff and some roles I particularly can’t stand...I’m looking at you role that supports rape culture. 

I personally also haven’t liked some of the actions this guy has taken in 2020 that blatantly disregarded a pandemic like: traveling, partying and living life like the rest of us aren’t fucking suffering. Which, in my opinion-just shows his age and his immaturity. 

Then again...he’s human not the roles he plays. He’s going to make some not wise choices that can’t be blamed on a script. Such is real life. 

My issue stands: regardless...he holds clout...and his notoriety allows him to do such things without a bat to the eye. Save the fucking elephants some other time. Go on some wild frat boy getaway where you catch a diaper with you mouth some other fucking time. And yea that fashion show and art showing, can happen any other time as well. These desperate attempts at attention are for the fucking birds. And as someone put it...”Y’all hold this guy in such a way because of who he his as an actor. Not a real person.” I now dare say I fully agree with this sentiment. Had these actions been done by anyone else, the criticism would be full force. 

Because what I am about to say is exactly that. This kid is praised for the leak he took on a tree...meanwhile y’all (his fans)...run off like vicious rabid dogs toward anyone in connection with this dude that happens to have a fucking vagina. 

Exhibit A, B, C and all the way through the alphabet.....

Alicia Agneson posted a drawing of her character Katia and his character Ivar to advertise season 6b dropping on December 30th. Just like a lot of us fans shared things to spread the word.

Collectively, we were excited and wanted to show camaraderie...but of course we can’t just celebrate something. But of course someone has to add some unnecessary drama to it. 

Because of course...someone always has to piss in the Cheerios and destroy breakfast for the rest of us. 

Enter some asshole COMMENT COMMANDO running their mouth. Spitting the ugly. Going into attack mode. A familiar action that not only have I personally experienced but watched happen last year with another one of Alex’s female costars. 

Alicia tagged all her Vikings crew and apparently this set off a person to the point that insults went flying. The person decided to take it upon themselves to say, “Alex doesn’t like you...he ignores you...yada, yada...spew more hate...yada, yada...I’m a giant cunt.” I made up that last part but that’s really all I heard after the sentence...”Alex doesn’t like you.” 

It took everything I had not to go off on this person...but at 5am and after a day of watching assholes literally be the giant hypocrites I always knew they were, I was scared that my wrath would not only scare the shit out of this person but get me reported...and I don’t need this type of insane energy in my life. Especially when I’m conveying messages through my photography page and not my personal one. Not to mention if they have the balls to say what they said...who truly knows what they are capable of? Then again...they have no idea what this little scrappy, feisty chic is capable of doing as well? 

I’ve had a stalker before and it changed my life forever. Let that sink in. 

With that said though...I watched the ugly flow like water and it was the same type of ugly I’ve seen since being introduced to Alex. I’ve watched this ugly happen for years before Alex and involving pretty much anything that doesn’t agree with someone else’s personal views. 

Do I know if personally Alex and Alicia are friends in real life? No...I don’t but here’s the thing. I. Don’t. Care. I don’t know either of them personally but the way this person talked, you’d assume Alex and the commenter were best buds and I  hate to say it folks but I’m assuming the “person” is a fucking female because dudes don’t  act like this. Dudes don’t act like bitchy twats 95% of the fucking time. Dudes don’t usually attack other dudes. 

Conveniently though...”she” has no profile pic and “her” profile is on private. Such is the case for these cowardly types. 

I don’t care if these two used to be lovers and had a falling out...I don’t give a damn who Alex puts his dick in now or then or who he spends his fucking days with. I don’t care if Alex has ignored every post I have written about him and I don’t care if he’s ignored anyone else’s either. It’s social media and just like Alicia said to combat this jerk, “I tag when other people are involved.” 

Bet your sweet ass when this post goes to publish and I advertise it on my blog’s Instagram and Twitter page, I will be tagging all those involved. Well, except for the keyboard warrior....however...if you read this and you know about that comment and know who she is by all means, share this sweet post with her sweet ass. 

To be honest...Alex gets tagged so often that I’m sure he has long since turned his notifications off...I mean I would if I were him...these maniac bitches fill the internet with every move he makes. I have said it before and I will say it again...the guy could shit and some fan out there is begging to keep the feces or at least be the toilet seat his warm ass is cozily sitting on. 

When and where did it become okay to talk to people in such a manner? And yea...I get it. Sometimes I have said some malicious shit on the internet too. I’m no fucking saint but there is a difference. I’m usually coming after some racist jerk who  has attacked me with regurgitated Fox News clips and conspiracy theories. Never though and I mean never...have I ever berated another woman strictly because I have a hard on for her male costar. 

Alicia much like Fanny from this summer felt the wrath. And apparently there is a Tumblr page dedicated to bashing Alicia in hopes that Alex will swoop in and say, “You’re right sweet fan...let’s get married...fuck that ho!” Like in some weird fantasy world talking shit about someone else is an attractive trait! 

News flash, ladies...it isn’t. I don’t even know Alicia but just like woman...I want to protect her...because...again...I’m an empath and that’s what we do. Because...again...I’m a girl’s girl and sisterhood is fucking important. 

If you think that talking shit on the internet makes you big and bad...please come and find me so I can knock you down a peg or two. So I can bring you back to the reality you are so desperately trying to avoid...so I can literally give you the attention that you are so desperately craving. You wanna open your mouth with zero fucks given...well lemme show you the consequences when those zero fucks are returned. 

Did you feel good spitting out your verbal diarrhea? After you hit send, did you feel accomplished for the day? Did you think that this was the comment of all comments that somehow will bring you and Alex together? I mean, I’m just trying to figure out the motive here. I’m just trying to figure out what your end game is? 

If it’s the intention that you and ole homeboy will live happily fucking ever after...catch a new dream. You have a better chance of watching a meteor destroy earth over becoming Alex’s new fucking girlfriend. And I’m not just saying that because he’s semi-famous. I’m saying that because any dude with any real substance can’t stand catty women and gossipy girls. 

Now...I can’t hate all you fans...you literally have helped me start a path on fiction writing. Something I don’t ever do but have always wanted to dabble in. There are so many fan fiction pieces on this kid that I had to let my doubts go and just jump in. Having him as the muse. 

However...the Alex in my story looks like Alex for his fans but is based off of my husband and who he is and our love affair. 

Because...stay with me now...I don’t know the kid personally...but I do know my husband like the back of my hand. 

You may think you know Alex...and yea..in a way I feel a kinship as well. We are both Taureans. We both loooooooove Frank Ocean. Have a passion for photography. And we both share a hankering for self sustained injuries. Not to mention our facial expressions give everything away. 

“Oh Alex...we have so much common. Let’s be together forever and ever and ever...” 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Oh brother, I’m sorry but did my eyes roll too loud for you? 🤦🏻‍♀️

Guess what...I have a kinship with any fellow Taurean, any klutz, any Frank Ocean fan, any person that can tell me what they are thinking without saying a word. That’s called human fucking connection. I have a tribe of sisters that share the same commonalities. I have met strangers that have become life long pals because we made a playlist that the other enjoyed. I have met significant others over a shared mutual respect for all creative things. 

My husband got me hook, line and sinker when he showed me he could draw, work on a car, and cook all in the same weekend. 

I even mentioned the early morning shenanigans to my husband today. I told him the entire story of cunty behavior...and verbatim this was his response.

“Babe, you know first hand how jealous bitches and keyboard warriors act. And she’s famous...you aren’t.” 

Goddess, ain’t that the damn truth. I have struggled my entire life with self-confidence because of jealous bitches who wanted to tear me down. I’m not ugly and it’s taken me years to see that. It’s taken me decades to be comfortable in my own skin...a beautiful skin at that. I let these girls rip me apart. I let them!!! 

I’ve been in that relationship-a few actually-including my damn husband where girls wanted me out of the picture...and they went to great lengths to make it happen. 

My husband and only one other ex have been the only ones to stay loyal. Believe me, I didn’t blame these girls....temptation lurks around every corner and it isn’t up to the one doing all the pursuing to ensure someone stays faithful...it’s up to the person who’s in a committed relationship to ignore the nonsense. 

I knew my husband was a keeper when a gorgeous model type ex friend texted him late at night to invite him to the bar to have drinks with her. I didn’t ask about the text...he showed me. He ignored it. And I felt proud as a peacock. Not only because he did what he did but because I didn’t react and write her dumbass something terrifying back. Any guy I’m with has free will and can do what they want, when they want. It’s what drew my husband in. I support his gaming, his creative side, his hard work, the love he gives and I enjoy thoroughly seeing the world gravitate towards him. And he the same for me. 

He has said to me numerous times, that when we enter a room together...eyes instantly go to us. Crazy enough though, this actually might be true because most times when we go out...we get something for free. We never ask for anything but without fail...an app, a drink, a desert, someone’s merch, a discount of some kind...is given to us! My husband has a huge ego. It comes with Leo territory and I have needed that in my life...because for years my ego was crap when it shouldn’t have been. But you know what’s better than my looks? My heart. It’s huge and loyal AF. 

My ego was so lost because of assholes like these Alex fan fucking girls. And this all may sound super cocky but at 40...I deserve to be my biggest cheerleader. I deserve to look at my own reflection the same way my husband sees it...and not through the eyes of all these twits that tore me down all while copying every move I made. 

Bitch...you never disliked me...you wanted to be me! You wanted everything I had. 

I’m watching 20something girls act towards Alex’s female costars and female friends the same way I was treated. And for such a self-aware age group...shit sure hasn’t changed. I mean...y’all are the ‘look at me’ generation yet haven’t evolved from the ‘mean girl’ mentality. Why is that? 

Somewhere in your selfie after fucking selfie you haven’t figured out how to actually look at self and dismantle the toxic behavior? 

And lemme tell ya one thing...looks fade my little darlings...what’s inside will be what’s left and if it’s a shell of a person then may Goddess help you when you get to my fucking age. When you finally wake up and realize not everything is about what you look like or the clothes you wear or the money you make or the imaginary world you have created on a social media platform. 

We are all acting in one way or another. Even me...one of the most real people I fucking know. I may not go into every detail and I may not put it all out there but I come pretty damn close. 

Some of you girls need to grow the hell up! And that’s right...I keep referring to you as girls because only girls act like petty little fools such as yourselves. Only girls run to the internet to bash other girls over jealous bullshit. Only girls think they have a leg up by critiquing another lady’s worthy crown. Only lame ass girls pounce on someone in their own gender group to make themselves feel noticed. And from where I stand the lot of you are as lame as lame can get. 

If these words sound harsh then good...that’s your soul slapping you silly for acting like a complete douche for no other reason than having a screen protecting your vile venom. 

The good news though...you still have time to change. The world fell to pieces last year...which I felt was going to happen and knew that it had to be done. All these disgusting layers need to be ripped off. What’s under is never going to heal without this major wound being exposed. 

The world’s problems aren’t going to get fixed until we fix ourselves. Your obsessions with whatever has hypnotized  you has left you looking as dumb as the Trump dicks that raided the United States Capitol building on January 6th. You are no better than these hillbillies with a hard on for Trump. Your leaf is falling from the same brand of tree...it’s called the Asshole Maple Tree. Look it up....there’s a mirror right under the description. And it’s huge! 

You are no better than the worst version of someone else if you act in the same fashion. Same play...different mask. Same bird...different feather. 

It’s January and so far this circus isn’t slowing down but how can it when you’re still buying tickets? 

I keep saying it and I guess I won’t stop saying it until it actually comes into fruition...

Do better. 

Act better. 

Be FUCKING BETTER. 

The world is filled to capacity with assholes...don’t be another one. 

And ladies....please stop! Stop being each other’s enemy. Stop treating each other like shit on your shoe. How in the world are we ever going to be honored and cherished and appreciated and respected by our male counterparts if we can’t even do that with each other? 

Before you go off on another female think about how you’d feel if a) a female was coming at you like that and b) a dude but even worse *gasp* a dude you liked was coming at you like that? 

You’d lose your damn mind and wouldn’t be having any of it....so what makes it okay to do this to someone else? 

You can diplomatically say how you feel without being a dick. 

You don’t have to be friends with every person you know especially those in your same identifying gender but you don’t have to be a shit either. 

You can avoid social media accounts that irk you or posts that piss you off. You can even do what I have done after being attacked for something I have said and delete altogether. 

Most importantly though, just because you don’t like someone or something doesn’t mean you get an automatic pass to be a disgruntled douchebag terrorizing said thing you’re dissatisfied with. 

You don’t get to scale walls and claw eyeballs out. 

Chill. The Fuck. Out. 

We are in pandemic part deux. Things are going to get harder before they get better. So do your part to make things nicer. Do your part to make things easier. Just be better than you were. Please. 

Love and Space Rockets...

~x~

Hope 

P.S 

Listen to the song “The Stranger” by Dijon. 

🎧🎧...as you can it’s the motivation for my title to this post...it’s also a beautiful tune. I can play it on repeat.