– Morning! How was your weekend? – Morning! Well, we went do Poland to visit my boyfriend’s family and we... – Oh, so you have a boyfriend? That’s ok. You know, I have gay friends. – Erm... OK... So what? I have gay friends too. And straight friends... What’s your point?
I was checking out some wedding vows to then write mine on my own. And I realised how much are they saying about one’s definition of what marriage means to them...
I’ve been to so many weddings in my lifetime! Yet only one of them was not in a church, and not a single one was same-sex or performed in Germany. My first one is gonna be my own.
Today I found out that in some laboratories, when you want to get your blood tested for HIV/HCV/syphilis/etc. (for free and anonymously), you do not have to go to confession about your sexual life. It was a great surprise for me, because whenever I did such tests, I always got to fill out a questionnaire about what, when, how many times, and with how many guys I did it. And then I had to further elaborate in a face-to-face conversation with some stranger.
Dziś dowiedziałem się, że w niektórych laboratoriach gdy robią ci (darmowe i anonimowe) badania krwi na HIV/HCV/kiłę/etc., wcale nie musisz się nikomu spowiadać ze swojego życia seksualnego. To dla mnie niemałe zaskoczenie, bo kiedy bym sobie takich badań nie robił, zawsze najpierw dostawałem do wypełnienia ankietę, co, kiedy, jak i z iloma robiłem, a potem jeszcze musiałem to doprecyzować face-to-face jakiemuś obcemu kolesiowi...
At first I didn’t really think about it. It was yet another thing that my parents taught me and I just accepted. Boys and girls need to have separate toilets and locker rooms, so that the boys wouldn’t do nasty things to the girls. Simple.
But one day a cleaning lady came in to the boys’ locker room. And one day a female teacher come in. How come? Why can they see half-naked boys, while our female classmates cannot? That got me thinking and trying to find any sense in that.
Ich liebe, wie die Deutschen nicht prüde sind, wenn es um Nacktheit geht. Sie haben sogar eine Dating-Show, wo man ein Date nur darauf basierend auswählt, wie es nackt aussieht – und es gibt fast keine Kontroverse deswegen. Sie haben die Nacktheit sogar zum eine Art der Kultur gebracht – es nennt sich zwar FKK, Freikörperkultur.
Ich habe es immer genossen, nackt zu sein, sei es mit anderen Leuten oder nicht. Und von dem, was ich gehört habe, für einem FKKler gibt es nur wenige (oder keine) besseren Länder zu leben als Deutschland. Aber trotzdem gibt es einige Dinge, die ich nicht mag...
I love how the Germans are non-prudish when it comes to nudity. They even have a dating show, where people choose their dates solely based on how they look naked – and it sparks next to no controversy at all. They’ve even created a kind of culture around being naked – that’s actually how they call it in German: FKK, Freikörperkultur, Free Body Culture.
I’ve always enjoyed being naked, be it with other people or not. And from what I’ve heard, for a nudist there are very few (or no) better countries to live than Germany. But still, there are some things that annoy me about it...