I find it puzzling how society feels that it is absolutely normal to be constantly showing the best parts of yourself. We joke about uncomfortable things and then push them aside, to be delt with at a time when the lights are off and the doors are closed. I noticed even in my own relationships and friendships that I mentioned only the silly, funny fights … Continue reading The fights we DON’T talk about.
– I was born into a world that was not ready for me. A world that was not ready for what I looked like, the potential that boiled beneath my skin and the possibility that grew in size as I grew in strength. The world was not ready for me and I wear that scar on my shoulders like a queen’s cloak. I have grown strong … Continue reading There is hope.
Dear womb, I want to apologise for all of the tears last night. Let me explain what happened. My partner and I found ourselves in a bit of a situation. The condom broke. I feel the need to explain myself because you have a purpose and I do not want you to think that I do not have utmost respect for that purpose and your … Continue reading Dear Womb
“How do you love your white parents?” One of my very good friends casually dropped this question into my universe the other day. I was surprised but not offended. This question has come to me in many different forms over the, almost 28, years of my life. Often the question comes to me as a statement or a retort, “Thola! But your parents are white!” just … Continue reading How do I love my White parents?
It is almost the end of the year. 2016 has been particularly exhausting. My choice for this year was to be myself. It was a struggle but I stood steady. I have been true to myself in all spheres of myself bar one. Extended family. I see know, during the time of family, celebrations, sharing and acknowledgements that I am carrying one last challenge. I need … Continue reading Get off my chest!
I am 4 different women in a month. I have been a sex-crazed maniac, I have wanted soft, long loving and touching, I have been indifferent, taking long to excite, and finally I have been completely uninterested by love and intimacy. My vagina is the conductor and most of the time I dance to her tune. My partner is a man. 5 years older than … Continue reading Heterosexual vagina relations
I’m not the type of person to make resolutions. 1. I noticed that I was making them at a time when I was either inebriated or way too excited and distracted. Either way, I was not remembering them. 2. I was making challenges that often were unrealistic and based on some other ‘magazine-make-up-drenched’ human who was nothing like me in any way. I have learned … Continue reading 2016