I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Being gay

Maybe you think now that this is a 'coming out from the closet' story, although I am still very into men Fred. However as it is Stockholm Gay Pride week here I would like to discuss the matter of being gay. The main thing I love about living in Sweden is the openness and tolerance towards minorities. I know, I know it is very arguable subject as extreme right is rising everywhere. At least compared to Estonia it is a much more better place to be gay. And compared to Russia Estonia is very gay-friendly, so it depends what you compare it with. 
"Pride! Sun is shining and everyone's happy. Except the nazis, the islamists, the fundamental christians and extreme rights." - Jonas Gardell (the most famous gay in Sweden might I say)

I come from a very open family. My parents had me when they were 20, so my upbringing was quite youthful. I mean when my dad's girlfriend was pregnant and everyone asked the annoying question "Is it a boy or a girl?", my dad answered "It will choose itself what it wants to be at the age of 18." 
Also my family had a close contact with a gay person, as one of my family member is a lesbian. She came out when I was like 10 or something and I was like "Oh, that makes sense!". My great-grandmother born in 1921 was very chill about, I mean she had seen some things in her long life, so this was nothing to flip out about. My grandfather born in 1943 was a bit more shocked, as he was born during Second World War and his youth was during the strictest Stalinism era, however he just asked some follow-up questions and was fine about it. I mean Soviet time might have fucked us up, but it is still not the reason for being so scared towards minorities. 

Some of my best friends are gay. So I have seen some journeys of coming out from Narnia and I was/am supporting them fully. One of my friends has been out for quite some time, yet he still has to take the final step and reveal himself to his father (I still don't understand how the dad has not figured it out yet, I mean, his son is so gay that he can't even drive straight.)
Have I ever written so long? Long story short - I wish same sex partnership legalisation issue gets its solution, I wish my gay friends could adopt children (as I know some of them have been in a long committed relationship and would be amazing parents), I wish that people would not freak out seeing an ad with two guys kissing. 
Tl;dr. Less hatin', more lovin'. 



This is how you ride over the rainbows:

The LGBT support team at work, 
as the Pride parade went by our store:


Woke up like this:

I have glitter bags under my eyes:

Thank you Stockholm:

Sunday, July 24, 2016

May-june on film

The greatest lag in life = making pictures with analog camera. 
May the patience be with you!

So let's go back to that lovely day in May, when I became 25.
I think some flowers are growing out from my tits?


My birthday was great, despite the fact that we lived in Jacobsberg, the land far far away:

#panimeila


Twice a year I put my high-heels on
and I suddenly remember that I can't walk on high-heels.
Oh, well.


Next occasion was week after my birthday, I flew to Tallinn to defend my bachelor thesis.
After blood, sweat and tears I got my well-deserved champagne with my lil brother:  


That moment I knew I have graduated from university. 
WHAT A BLOODY RELIEF!:


All we ordered was this onion:


I got a sexy boy and thesis in my hands and a grade B in my pocket:

Work outfit off and party clothes on:

This is what Tyra ever thought me in one picture:

The day after I met up with my dad and the family dog.
She first barks at me, because she is so old and then she realises it is me...*insert aww here*:


I miss her the most:

Then 2h before heading to the airport, I still had time to enjoy home sweet home.
(I'm so white that people think I am a reflector):


This is what Estonia feels and tastes like:


From my front door to airport 25 minutes.
From Tallinn to Stockholm 45 minutes:


Bye, bye Pirita:


Back in Stockholm.
In June we moved to a new apartment. First toilet selfie:


Stockhome:

6th of June, National day of Sweden.
(Horses are like "Stop blowing that tune into my ear, please):

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Farah 30

 This week my fierce friend Farah earned grown up points and got upgraded to level 30. We are growing up! You know, the older you get, the better you get (unless you're a banana).


We met up with the Powerpuff Girls before hitting the party.
#SmokingHot:


The Class of Summer 2016:


Woke up like this:


Beer pressure:


The moment when there's 10 timer pictures and you're out of poses to give:


"Baby bend over, baby bend over,
let me see you do that yoga":


"Two cocktails before I go home":

Then we went to F12 to meet the F30:


This picture illustrates the word 'beauty' in the dictionaries all around the world:


In October she just came to me and asked if I know *insert secret Estonian names here* and I did! Damn, we have mutual friends and probably have partied together at EKKM without knowing each other. She made me feel like home here in Stockholm, thank you Farah!


Married, 30 and fucking fabulous:


Version 3.0. download completed:


Polaroid never gets out of style:


The fireworks:


Farah had 30 bottles of champagne!
And this gentleman took care of that our glasses would never be empty.
I salute him!:


Sadly I went home way too early,
since duty was calling the next day 7am.
"Wörk, wörk, wörk, wörk."


Stockholm + summer nights =  

It's so awesome to meet so cool people. World is our oyster.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Italian and gelato. Slovaks and roof.

Time to return to Wilma's Stockholm life, because a lot of Estonia is happening on this blog. When East side is all about fun and games, then Stockholm is eat, work, sleep and repeat. At work I now got a bigger bit to chew on and hopefully my teeth won't fall off. On a positive side I finally got internet banking and can see live view how little money I have - so happy that I broke though the bureaucracy though!
So this week in Wilma's life: chilling with my dear Slovaks on a roof that is more amazing than Slakthuset's + Spending time with my Italian friend who showed me the best gelato place in Stockholm. Of course my week consisted also of PMSing and dropping dead-tired on the bed, but that is not worth showing, aye? 


Thorildsplan - the coolest metro station in Stockholm:


Dušo (not pronounced as tussu) is making tofu chicken and soya aubergine: 


This dog was rescued just a day before he would have been killed.
He comes from the Caribbean and sólo habla español:


That view!:


Brought my last Estonian Õun lemonade to this holy event:


"The Canadian, Slovak and Estonian walk home..."
this is how anecdotes start:

"What ya doin'? Just chillin'"


Today it was such a nice weather to take my pale ass out to the city 
(I have snow camouflage):

Later on I met up with my Italian friend. A neighbour from my exchange student year in Stockholm. He took me to this place, that should be the best gelato in Stockholm. And if Italian says that...:

Basil gelato?! I came three times! Food orgasm!:


Pistachio + basil + Swedish strawberry.
Since ice cream here in Sweden is really shitty, gelato was like heaven on Earth:

CIAO! Love this guy. Also, he has learned Swedish that well, that we only spoke Swedish this time. It is so cool to see another person learning a language, you see his improvement - before he could barely say "Hej!":


Talked about life and had another round of gelato.
Can you resist?:


A minute on your lips, lifetime on your hips...
...aaahh fuck it:


Kids are happy, because it is summer:


Peeps! Go on Erasmus, really, do it. You get friends for lifetime:

Few weeks ago I was at Bloc Party concert.
Big crush when I was 17, as I got basically a free ticket (Fred won Görna Lund card, my hero) I checked it out: