My father is man with a tough skin and a broken heart.He comes from an era in which men were mountains and mountains never cracked, crumbled or shivered. He has always been a mountain to me, well until I grew up. As I grew, he began to shrink. As an adult, I now recognise that he is just a man, just a mortal. My father inadvertently, and … Continue reading DAD. Father.
I can only ever tell my own stories and speak from a place of my truth. I have been drowning in societal expectations. Realy drowning though. Drowning in inner discomfort and feelings of deep set fear, anxiety and helplessness. I realised halfway through last year where all of these feelings came from. I have never been one to fit, but then again who is? Who … Continue reading Exposure
Thola, what does kissing feel like? Do you wear pyjamas when you go to bed? Why do you and your boyfriend share a bed? Thola, why don’t you wear a bra? Thola, do you also wear g-strings like my mom? Why do your pants go so tight over your bum? Thola do you know Daniel Radcliffe? What do you mean Daniel Radcliff gets naked with … Continue reading Questions THEY ask
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?