Flash Forward. 2: 2014. A Visitor Reports on Secret Lesbian Town in Sweden

As this is my second Flash Forward blog post I'm thinking it's going to be a regular topic here. Whenever I daydream about the future or get a flash of inspiration I'll be contemplating if it's worthy of a flash forward. ´[Enough with the excuses over to the actual subject!] Yes, Madam, as you command.

The following is taken from the article "It's true: An account of a visit to the secret lesbian town in Sweden in the summer of 2014" by Salka Valka.

 "I was met at Sundsvall airport by two lovely girls that were the perfect image of the Nordic woman. Tall, young, blond with ample bosoms they looked like they had walked right out of a Wagner Opera. We dumped my bags in the trunk and away we went. I had expected that we would head right into the wild, wild woods. Instead we followed a river, Ångermanälven, through a beautiful landscape with small towns and villages and small farmsteads. Now and then we glimpsed old abandoned saw mills and paper mills. Eventually we turned away from the river and into a proper forest. And the girls, Kristina and Lisa, explained to me how Selma came into being. Selma is not really a town, it's more of a camp with some timber cottages and a lot of tents. 

Back in 2009 a rumour started in China about a secret lesbian town in the north of Sweden. Some women of said persuasion had a nice evening together in December, some wine and other beverages were consumed when someone suggested that they start a town like that.  Out of that joke grew an idea that some kind of summer camp might be nice. A few months later one of the women came into some money and they decided to go ahead with the project. After some research they decided to by a tract of land in Ångermanland by a lake called Långsjön.  It's in the middle of nowhere with just an old lumber road leading up to it. They decided to call the place Selma after Selma Lagerlöf, the Swedish lesbian author and winner of the Nobel Prize in literature. During the first summer they built some old style timber cottages, like the ones used by lumberjacks way back. The rumour spread about Selma in the lesbian community and women began to turn up. Some just to visit, some to help build the little village that was growing up at the lake side. 

The first year it wasn't much but next summer saw a veritable invasion of lezzie lassies. A kind of anarchist way of running things developed and it was agreed not to make too much noise about the existence of Selma. To let the knowledge of it's existence be spread by word of mouth, to keep authorities and media out. And to make Selma a women only place. And now that the cat was out of the bag they had decided to invite a few chosen journalists to visit. The first of which was me.


As they told me about the history of Selma the roads we travelled became steadily smaller and finally we drove on an unpaved dirt road with deep ruts. Rounding a bend in the road a I saw it for the first time. It was almost midnight and a reddish sunlight illuminated the village. It consisted of about 30 log buildings a plethora of tents in every colour and shape. I felt very exited despite my long journey, I was finally about to enter the fabled "Secret Lesbian Town"

(to be continued) 

That's it for now. I may or may not continue the story of Selma. And maybe some of you would like to continue with the tale. And maybe we could even make it real? ;-)

Love, hugs, kisses and lashes 'till next time
Caisa