2015
Digital photography and handmade collage
Dear Guta, sorry about what happened in london please forgive me
As a woman, I deal with the tension of living in a misogynistic world, where identity and image are often confused. Transnational fantasies generate symbolic and physical violence and lead to misrecognition of women.
The narrative Dear Guta, sorry about what happened in london please forgive me exposes a story involving the patriarchal male gaze, female objectification and post-colonialist fetishism.
Telling a personal story involving females and sexual violence, I know my only option is to call it fiction. As V. Wolf said in her essay “A room of one’s room”, ‘at any rate, when a subject is highly controversial—and any question about sex is that—one cannot hope to tell the truth.”
This story could have happened anywhere, anytime. As a matter of fact, it happens every fucking day. But rape culture is so widespread that we are consuming it with little or no awareness.
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pls forgive me I did find it extremely strange when the detective who interviewed me in jail told me u were telling Sophia to tell the detective how I was trying to strangle sophia
If I was in your place, I would of told the cops that it was a miss understanding, and that everything was ok
I know I did wrong, and i’ve asked sophia to forgive me, but what you did can not be forgiven
the detective told me that your friend Guta was telling Sophia “ Tell them how he was strangling you!”
u abandoned me alone in the apartment and ran away with Sophia as If I was a rapist
and wouldn’t come up to the apartment as if a murder had taken place there
you ran away and weren’t even concerned about me
this clearly shows that in case of need I can nevi rely on you as a true friend
u know what happened was in a drunken state
what did you active by telling the cops that I was strangling Sophia
after slapping Sophia and grabbing her neck I fell to her feet for her forgiveness
I don’t stab my friend in the back like you clearly did
you truly should be ashamed of yourself
I payed for all your flights in India, I payed for your driver in Srinagar, for the petrol the jeep consumed and even Javed’s father for the time he spent with you. I did this without any strings attached. It’s not like you were having sex with me or were my girlfriend. Now you have the guts to ask me to pay you for the few photography lessons you gave Sophia in London???
free gas, free flying, free stay, free food
friends stand by each other
but in what way did you show your friendship towards me???
I am sorry once again, if I was abusive towards you while I was drunk, but I’ve had many friends who have abused me in a drunken state but I have stood by them as a true friend
All the best in your materialistic life where you judge everything by money.