Long time no having been seen


It is I, Anastasia. Sorry there has been so long before I am posting to the blog. So much has happened.

For a start, myself and Georgina have had the disagreement which has been resulting in her not speaking to me. So now I am continuing this blog on my ownsome.

Also my former employer (and sometime lover) has been locked away in the loony bin, as you English say. Personally, I always thought he was not quite right in the head departments. Some of the things he tried to get me to do in the bedroom…
I mean, I am not minding dusting the lampshades but I draw the line at polishing the brass knobs on the bedposts with the ‘Brasso’ Polish. For why are the knobs intended anyway? – I do not know why he cannot be buying his furniture from the excellent company of IKEA.

Anyway, like I say he is locked up for the benefit of himself and others to whom he may be harming. His wife, having taking the huff of me, is allowing me to stay only on the paying of a monthly rental. I cannot claim the Social Security Benefit because I am illegal in this country, so I have to earn a living like many girls with my natural atttibrutions have done before – I am working the check-out at the ASDA supermarket.

I shall be updating this blog on a regularised basis.

Anastasia (call me Anna)

WELL HE'S GONE AND DONE IT NOW.

And I am not going to feel guilty. I have done everything I could. Given that man the best (well maybe second best) years of my life,

And what about Sydney, eh? What about his son? The selfish bugger.

Anastasia is taking it in a typical Swedish philosophical way. She said to me, "Well, life is full of ups and downs."

I just don't know what to make of that girl, I really don't.

There's a knock at the door.

Who can this be in my hour of need?


Georgina

A Scandinavian perspective

Hullo

Although I am liking England, I am finding the people a little strange. Is it the foul weather that is making them so depressing? I ask myself. And so repressed.

Coming from Sweden I am very liberated, being of the bi-sexual orienteering as my friend Georgina has said. Why she is objecting to the sexual experimentation with her husband I am not understanding at all. As you English say – three is company, whereas two can find it so boring.

Okay. So the husband George, he is a dull, sexually inhibited Englishman. But he is all we got at the moment, isn’t it. She says she hates him. I say to her – okay, but the tolerating is needed if we are to be making the world go around – and the bed springs to be going ‘boing, boing’ (that is Swedish joke).

But now Georgina is also upset because of the son Sydney is on the elopement. I say to her – Georgina, do not be fretting. Divorce is very easy in England nowadays, is it not.

But there is no consoling her. I am also remembering that the boy has not returned to me the magazines I have borrowed him. All in all, as they are saying – it is the bugger, and no mistaking.

Also the brother, Hector is returning to his wife. Now he was a bit more lively. And what I am liking about him is that he is prepared to learn. But now he is gone. And what is pissing me off is that he has taken my PVC mini skirt (the purple one), plus my favourite riding crop. I am only hoping he is intent to wear the skirt himself and not to give to that bovine wife of his.

George thinks I don’t know where he has gone, but I do. And I plan to pay them the visitation. I surprise them by knocking on the door and saying – Hullo there, can anyone be joining in?

I am sorry Georgina, but a girl has needs.

He's back! That awful man. I'm glad I was out of the house when he arrived. Anna and I had gone to a protest meeting. Some friends of ours had applied for planning permission to open a 'Feminist Boutique' in Evesham, and the dinosaurs on the council had turned down the application.

We staged a protest outside the town hall. It was fun. Anna knocked a policeman's helmet off. She was arrested and began screaming for the Swedish consul. They released her with a caution.

My dear little boy has got his girlfriend (Monica, I think her name is) pregnant. What a shock. I always thought Sydney was gay.

Now, this puts me in a difficult position - ideologically speaking. I mean, to get a young, innocent girl pregnant is a typical male, chauvinistic act; symbolising the paternalistic power structure of our decadent society, and its brutalising of the femine sex.

On the other hand, he is my little boy, so naive and vulnerable, and probably taken advantage of by this scheming little slapper.

Perhaps I should speak to Anna. She is bi-sexual, and so has a finger in both pies - so to speak. She - rather bizarrely - describes herself as 'a lesbian in a woman's body'.

That stingy sod hasn't brought me back a present. Anyway, it would probably have been unsuitable. Honestly, he has no taste. I said that to him once and he replied 'Obviously not - I married you!'

I am going to hand over to Anna now. Please excuse her 'fractured tongue' - her English, I mean. There is nothing wrong with her tongue... I can tell you.

Stick together girls.

Georgina

Hi, from Georgina and Anastasia

This is our first essay into blogging. We are just two girls who want to put our side of the story. Yes, you've guessed it: we have suffered under men - one man in particular. And do you know, it has brought us together. So in a sense we will always be grateful to that man - scoundrel and mountebank though he is.

We shall be posting on this blog to record the significant events in our lives; to give out perspective on things. Nothing is too sacred or taboo to be examined by Sisters under the Duvet. And we welcome comments (you don't have to be a lesbian - oops, let the cat out of the bag sooner that we intended. Never mind).

We shall be publishing our full profiles later. We are so excited we just want to get the blog under way, so to speak. (shouldn't that be 'weigh' Georgian? Oh, you may be right Anna... never mind, they will understand)

Well, here we go then, girls.