See that LESBIAN over there? Yeah..

Noxolo Nkosana, 23, is the latest victim of a series of violent attacks against lesbians.

I shall keep it short today.
I just wanted to quickly say something.

You guys do know what a Lesbian is right? That's a girl who finds other girls sexually appealing. some of them are teachers, others are mothers, some of them work in IT and some of them GET VIOLENTLY RAPED BY MEN WHO THINK THEY ARE FIXING THEM.

There is nothing okay about "corrective" rape.
I can not for the fucking life of me fathom the idea of sticking your dirty dick into someone AGAINST THEIR WILL, when they openly admit to being lesbian.
How are you fixing anything?

Corrective Rape is disgusting.

So, march against Corrective Rape this Saturday at JHB PRIDE.

Invite everyone. Its always fun.
peace and happiness fookers.

ps. Google it if you want to know more, its disturbing. We live in a free and open country, but still some people feel the need to destroy and bash people for accepting themselves. FUCK YOU RAPISTS.

A curious case of neck-pain.

Ahoy.

How are you all doing? Great.

So, I have been to many a random place below, on-top and behind many a strange stage..
But last night was an experience so odd to me, I feel it deserves a little blog.

I was at some sort of Metal show thing.
Yes, a metal show thing.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows that I'm about as metal as a couch or a potato, but for friends you will do anything. And honestly, it was rather fantastic.

HOWEVER, I feel the need to inform you all that I was probably on some far-off planet, because not only did I witness the most majestic of all creatures, the Unicorn.. I also seem to have stumbled into the cave of a Metal-Imp.
Yes, a METAL IMP.

As the crowd of people whipped and banged their necks to the beat of drums and guitars screeching away into the dark smoke fueled room their hair spinning and spinning heads bobbing up and down like some drunk halloween night game.. He took the stage as his own.
He was built like an Imp with hair standing at odd ends, his head spinning with the crowd as he finger-fucked his guitar into nothingness, then he looks up and the most thundering growl escapes the little belly of the metal imp, paralyzing the crowd. Targeting my friend.

It was an experience. It was a trip into the cave and dwelling of some of the worlds most open minded and terrifyingly accepting people. A community of people thriving of the low resonating growls of a bearded man.

From the metal cults[you read bands] of tomorrow, to the ones that have been around since before metal was allowed on CD.

Though I have not been converted into a fan or follower of metal.
I have a new found respect for them.

love and such fookers.