Let me warn you in advance. If you’re sensitive to graphic material, leave now. If you’re under 18, leave now. The last part is not pretty. And no, this blog is not going to feature this kind of material structurally.
I’ve written about Vappu before. It’s the Finnish celebration of Labour Day. It’s one of two days (together with Pikkujoulu – Little Christmas), where people are “allowed” to drink themselves into oblivion theoretically without *any* moral or ethical consequences.
I don’t drink alcohol myself, so drinking yourself into oblivion always gets my judgment. I don’t judge anyone for drinking alcohol, but if you get so wasted you don’t know or remember what you’re doing, you lose my respect (like that is worth anything, but let’s not go there ).
We’ll do the nice part first. The day after…
It was a beautiful day. I don’t think it’s ever been this nice weather in all those years I’ve been in Finland. Sitting with a stack of magazines and/or a good book on a picnic blanket drinking tea, sodas, champagne and/or cider (not for me, but thanks Eugene! ), crackers with cream cheese, chips… Few things can beat that.
A staggering amount of people sitting and roaming around, and at the location where we were the traffic was completely stuck. Those foolish enough to have come by car, or tried to wrestle their way back home got plenty of time to practice their patience.
Vappuaatto was also very nice. Relaxed day, and a relaxed evening before going downtown. We had tickets to a concert of Aikakone, which we didn’t make it to. We ended up elsewhere first for a bit too long, and when we got to the place where the concert was, the line was so endless that we decided not to wait. And so we had a healthy bite of fast food and headed home. We got to our apartment building to find two people having at it in our portal (really, this is not the dodgiest part of town, so we were quite surprised). And not just having at it. The guy had his had up her crotch and her skirt was so far down that a nice tattoo just above the cheeks was prominently visible.
We were by bike, so we went around to the back entrance and got in from there. When we came to the hallway from the back entrance (from where we could see into the portal) the motion detectors switched on the lights, and that kind of snapped our horny visitors back into this world. She pulled up her skirt, he wiped off his hand and they took off. And that was it. Or so we thought.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against sex. I have nothing against porn. I’m a guy, I have no problem admitting I watched some (and -although I have no scientific proof for this- I’m convinced most of the guys have (and most of them who say they don’t are lying ) ). And I have absolutely no problem against people making out on the street, up to a certain extend, of course. And if you’re of the public type, I also have no problems with it if you want to do it in a toilet in a restaurant, bar, or whatever, for all I care you do it in the fitting room of a store.
But there are limits. Now we’re getting again to this point of Vappu, where people are “allowed” to do “anything” without consequences. I’ve been in this country for a decade, and I’ve seen my fair share of funny, questionable, shocking and unethical things. Vappuaatto 2012 takes the prize. By a mile.
We got to our apartment and before heading to bed we looked outside, and guess what…? Our steaming couple from the portal had moved across the street and had continued their session in the all-brightening illumination of the street lights. His hand was yet again in her crotch, and she was enjoying it. Clearly. And after that her head went into his crotch. I kid you not. There were people passing by from both sides and they didn’t even look up. They just went at it. And still for about 40 minutes or so.
I’m typically not a paparazzi. I tend to think I have respect for people and think that you’re free to do what you want (also up to a certain extend, of course). But this was a whole different thing. I took out my camera and put on the 70-200mm. Big Brother’s watching.
What you do in the confines of four walls is your own business. If I would happen to see my neighbors across the street having a go at it in their apartment I turn away. That’s their business, that’s their home, and I respect that.
Maybe you’ll ask: so why put up these pictures? Why not show respect for these people and stay quiet about what you saw? Why embarrass them by putting these pictures for the world to see? And I’ll answer you: why would I have ANY respect for you when you have no respect for yourself? No dignity? When you stoop so low, when you allow yourself to get so drunk that you engage in oral sex on the street in plain sight? When you embarrass yourself and others for having to witness this when they pass you?
My respect for people does go so far that I did blur out the faces. I’m not out to destroying anyone’s life, but I do kind of hope that one of them two happens to come across this blog post and realizes that this is simply not done. And that if I was there with a camera, someone else may have been, too. With less “honorable” intentions…
Anyway… Hope you all had a great and sunny Labour Day, and that y’all behaved