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.

I was thinking..

So,
this has been one of those morning.
Those wonderfully dull mornings where you sit around and do nothing.
SO, to ease my boredom, I've once again cranked up the Bjork and spun around my house wearing nothing but my Kimono and a pair of mis-matched socks.

But, even-though this usually helps me loads, I still don't feel motivated enough to consider social interaction for the remainder of this week.
I would usually start talking about some big issue regarding sadness and anger in the world.
But I am without anger for now. Oh wait,
I was very angry when my phone died. But as I have previously promised to never blog about my phone again. I wont.

Oh, a rat ate one of our birds legs last night, its fucking gross. and sad.
But like, how do you not notice your leg is being chowed on by some rodent?
Was he like, oh wait, are you talking about the time we flew over the cuckoo's nest?.. FUCK THERE IS A FUCKING RAT EATING MY FUCKING LEG. anyway, where was I? Oh yes.. the Cuckoo's nest..

Anyway, I danced. outside my house. with a friend/soul being. To lady gaga's Judas.
And was it amazing? Yes, yes it was.

Also, the end of the world is a upon us, and as i lay in my bed last night, covered by my blanket of queerness. [the blanket is pink and red with a picture of a dutch girl fishing on it] I thought to myself, why? This weekend is probably the best weekend I was planning on having in forever, because not only would I have officially voted for the first time and the new Gaga album would be close, but it had a Saturday and a Sunday. Both of those are my favorite days of the weekend. And now the end of humanity is ruining this for me, and many like-minded beings I am sure.
So, shall we protest this untimely demise of society and its ways?
Shall we fight to try and save what is supposedly the end of the world as we know it?

Or shall I crank up the Bjork and spin around in my kimono until time doesn't matter anymore. Until I eventually inherit something of some value that I could sell and then use the money to buy loads of pot and a ticket to anywhere but home.

We should vote on this.
Bjork-Kimo-Dance-Party
OR
Protest the end of humanity

Only you can decide. the fate is in your hands now children.

Oh, and btw. Im in a band now. its called. WIZARD VISTA and the UNDER-AGED DANCERS.
It's mostly a performance piece consisting of me and my friend Lara, my under-aged brother and my brother with real musical talent making mouth-noises that sound similar to Emilie Autumn songs while we do insane cool dance moves to Judas by Lady Gaga.

We also have devised a way of not even needing an audience, where we make turns to jump of stage during parts of insanity on stage and then cheering ourselves on.
We call this the self-cheering-circle-of-amazing-liquid.

I leave you all with this message.
For every person there is another person, but your current person might be my person and thus heart-break and agony are inevitable. Also, not even marriage can secure you and your love[r].

ps. smile fookers.
pss. use brac[ets] at awkwar(d) times. it confuses[] people.
and makes your sentences look more formal and fancy.
psss. drink too much. vodka gives you the same hang-over.

OH, before I go.
Vodka and Wine give you the same hangover but the person you wake up next to is usually different depending on what you drank.

psss. love and cheap hookers.