Today I am gonna go to the PFM practice

PFM has practice tonight, and since I missed the Thursday practice (I took a nap that extended to the whole night) I decided to make an appearance at the PFM practice...

I got my new skates, so I have to take it mellow while breaking those babies in...


Morning practice

On my way to the Camaro Harem morning solo practice


New skates...

So I finally will get my new skates today or tomorrow... I have gone against my high vegan ideals and forced myself to buy leather skates! They simply are the best, and I heart skating more than animals. Well, except my cat, but I am not planning on making skates off her...

Fast Girl Skates are just great at helping out with finding exactly what you are looking for and what you need. I went by today after work, their store is located only five blocks from my job. I have a feeling that way to many tips can end up in the pockets of those fantastic derby knowledgble and loving ladies...

THIS SATURDAY... I WILL BE SELLING KISSES and so will the other gals as well...

Frustration and more frustration

I don't know why, but I just felt sooo frustrated leaving practice yesterday. I usually feel really light and happy, quite drained.... But yesterday we had scrimmage, and for soem reason I just felt like the crappiest skater ever. It was FRUSTRATING, very frustrating! I was doing okey jamming, except when I cut the track and Sassy was sneaky (great job) enough to get me into the penalty box. But my blocking was just terrible, the rest of hte team are as amazing as ever, but I was allover the place, letting myself getting bumped allover the place by stronger hitters. Not very cool I said to myself and wanted to cry...
I did realize, once again how much I have to work on! There is always more to learn, sometimes it get frustrating, but it's so worth it. But yesterday night was one of those nights, when my frustration just got to me, feeling like as if I never get better.

BUT on the lighter side, I dreamed about derby all night, and jamming, blocking, pivoting and loving it. I dreamed about all the fantastic people that makes JCRG the most wounderful place ever. I never want to do anything but go skate with those ladies, it makes me happy, sometimes frustrated, but I do learn a crazy amount every practice.


Swede went back to Sweden

So I did, but I got straight of the flight and went to practice, I must say I really heart Debbie Derringer (she's the one in pink not jamming) of the Pink Pistols, she makes me laugh soooo hard! We usually carpool up to Everett and share the dirbydirt and our own dirt. I think we just happen to be very dirty girls, but I mean what do you expect of a vikingprincess and a sharp-shooter like the two of us?

We did the JCRG Booty camp together and stayed friends even if we ended up on the teams bouting each other on the JCRG Inaugural Bout... I guess we only stayed friends because the Camaro Harem won over the Pink Pistols, and I am a sour loser and would not ever have spoken with her ever again if they would have won.

Just kidding, it is as they say, "What happens on the track, stays on the track" even if it's never fun to loose! Well, well...

Soon I actually really have to get out of bed and get dressed for another exciting day of training to become a barista!


Does this diaper make my ass look big??

So on Sunday after Rust Riot was scrimmage day, Barbalicious brought diapers for us to wear. It was Diapers (age 29 and below) vs. Depends (30 and up)... We did our best, but the Depends kicked our ass... I had hella good of a time, jammed and blocked and got knocked over on my ass.

An answer to how anti-feminist roller-derby is...

The other day I ran into a feminist blog that was anti-roller-derby, it was arguing that the way roller-derby girls dress was buying into the sexist exploitation of the female body. It drew parallels between cheerleading and Jell-O-wrestling… She did acknowledge the sisterhood within derby, that it is in many cases female run and women empowering, but then she had to go on and complain about the clothing. Why couldn’t roller-derby just be played in regular clothes? And this little rant is my thoughts and response to that blog:

It always amazes me why feminism has to attack things that they truly can own. I have been a feminist since I was born; I had screaming fights with my father as a teenager, when he tried to say a woman couldn’t do something because she’s a woman. I have been arrested for throwing stink bombs into porn-shops and I have arranged “take the night back” rallies. I make a point of telling my younger sisters that they can be anything that they want to be, anything they desire, and anything they wish. Even if it happens to be a plumber, doctor, fairytale princess or a wrestler.

Me for my part wish to wear short skirts, skate really fast, hit hard and play on a team with other wonderful women. I don’t expect anyone to wear fishnets if they don’t want to, I like it, and it’s like dress up for me. I'm like a six year old that gets to wear anything out of my mother’s closet. I can go out on the court and be my little fairytale giant berserk me. I like to wear snug clothes, they just happen to be easier to skate in. I don’t know what those feminists think we should come out and skate in, a burkha? Women in roller-derby come in all different sizes and shapes and they can all become valuable players. We go out there, skate and have a really good time, we hit each other, just to drink a beer or a soda afterwards, it can be a little sour, no one likes to loose, but in the long run, roller-derby brings women together rather than tear apart. I have made more friends those past 4 month doing roller-derby than I made during my 4 years in collage, and by friends I mean people I can talk to and that will listen. That will hug me when I need a hug and that will push me harder when I need to get pushed.

I am 29 years old, I know that most of the standards of society of today is normalized by men, I know that I will always have to fight a little harder than my male counterpart to do the same thing. I know that my short skirt might turn some dirty man on, but should I be ashamed of what I wear? There are dirty old men getting turned on by children, I rather say there is something wrong in the head of the dirty old man than in my choice of clothes. Should I be ashamed of being a woman? Should I have to act and dress in certain ways because it would be more feminists, I am sorry, I am proud to be a woman. I love other women, I find them attractive in short skirts does that make me sexist. I love being a woman, and I have no desire to change that. I love being a roller-derby girl, when I got picked on a team I almost started to cry. If I want to go out and skate in a thong or in a pair of board shorts, I will do it. There is no woman required to wear a short skirt or hot pants to skate on any of the Jet City teams, we all got to choose ourselves. People don’t come watch roller-derby because we wear short skirts, it might be the initial reason for some to come around, but most people stay around to watch the team play, the hitting, the extraordinary jammers, the excitement of two jammers taking each other out.

Roller-derby strengthened my self-esteem and I have heard so many other girls say the same. So if your girlfriend might not seem be the same after she joined a roller-derby league, she probably isn’t. All of a sudden she has a thousand sisters allover the US, even the world, to support, to talk and share with. Roller-derby is everything but sexist, I wear my short skirt with pride, and I am planning on keep doing it!

I hear males within derby saying, that there will be drama within derby because it’s so many women coming together at one place. Please women speak up for yourself, we are the ones that can own and run this, let us show those guys that a bunch of women getting together does not mean drama… and by the way… with a lot of men coming together at the same place tend to create war… at least drama doesn’t kill…

By the way mad props to all the males within derby, you guys that come out and help, you guys that ref, score keep, coach, set up, tear down, mascot, cheer us on and are just amazingly supportive!

I wrote all this on a flight between Amsterdam and Stockholm, going home to Sweden for a bit, I guess flights makes me really contemplative. And by the way, this is all my personal opinions and you are allowed to disagree, but please don’t disrespect!


Rust Riot kicked ass

The Rat City girls and the Rose City girls ended up in hte final, and was that final a nail-biter or was it a nailbiter. I just want to learn more, and more, and more... Great packwork... great jamming, fantastic blocking and just pure joy!

Everytime I get to go watch real good teams Bout, it makes me want to work so much harder, so I can be so much better! I want to skate better, faster, hit stronger, block more secute, i want to learn quicker feet, more sudden change in directions... I wanna learn, learn learn... I wanna grab everyone and tell them to teach me TEACH ME!!!


The story of Swede Hurt

Swede Hurt was born in the cold north during a blasting storm, her mother a giant and her father a warrior Viking. After giving birth her mother held up the child in the blasting storm speaking the little girls fate: Daughter of the North, you will become fast as the wind, hard as ice and beautiful as the Northern Light. Daughter of the North your fate is to beat evil that creeps upon the world, your trait will be to listen, to speak and to love. You will fight for the ones that have no armor and speak up for the mute. Your hand will touch gentle and strike hard, your smile will paralyze and love. You will be the two-edged sword that will unite evil and good into one force that will create the future. Daughter of the North, you have to hold your wickedness away, the curse of the Vikings that soars in your veins.

An arrow was fired, and her mother met a silent death by the side of her new born child, her father taken away and Swede was put out in the forest to be eaten by the wolves.

Swede was found by an old troll that in some way found some love for the abandoned child in her trollish heart. Swede grew up wrestling with the other little trolls. Trolls are known to play dirty and unfair, and so they did. Even if Swede were taller than them, they would find her weak point and bring her to a fall and then make fun of the golden hair that grew from her head, instead of the coarse black hair that the trolls had. Swede grew quicker and taller and one day she found herself drawn to the outside, towards the sun. The sun was the deadliest fear of all since if the sun caught a troll. the troll would burst.
Her stepmother grabbed the curious child and begged her not to go out in the rays of the furious and unforgiving sun. Swede had a brave heart inherited from her parents and walked out, and felt how the bleak winter sun of the North touched gently upon her face. She started to wander, determined to find the murderer of her mother, and where her father was held.

She wandered the north for many years, learned the magic sejd of the Sámi people, she rode among the Cossacks and was taken to tame her first unicorn. She would ride the taiga of Siberia screaming the warrior scream of the Cossacks to scare the beasts creeping into the villages during nighttime. She sat watch in the night, the blond hair glimmering in the light of the moon. She new from birth that there was an evil out there, and her mission were to force it away from her domains.

After many years of wandering around in the snow she found herself walking on ice and one day she entered a country full of stars and stripes, cowboy hats, a lust for money and she felt more lost than ever. Being used to riding fast as the wind on unicorns she soon learned to drive cars fast and to change her reliable ice-skates for roller-skates. One day in her daily search for her mothers murderer on the streets the Angel City she ran into Eva Lathart, after Swede had a giant beer or two she told Eva her story, of how she was trying to solve the mystery. And Eva told her about Carly and Swede Hurt became one of the Angels of the Camaro Harem…