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Cape Town trip July 2014 pt.7

The Original Keeper had gone to bed as soon as we got back into the house.
A few exciting things had occured before we came home.

My brother was in the car the entire time.
It was fun because he was my side-kick and I had also given him an observation lesson in driving before we walked into the house.
It was really wonderful just being able to roll around aimlessly with my siblings. Honestly.

One of my aunts was still up. She loves to chat.
I had planned to stay awake because as soon as it hit midnight, it would be my brother’s birthday. With my aunt being awake, I knew that we would not have trouble trying to keep awake for the next 2 hours.
We chatted away… we spoke about religion, politics, love, family, design and clothing. EVERYTHING. But as soon as the clock struck 12 I ran to get my brother’s birthday gift.

Yeah… So what?
I got his birthday present. Yeah some of you spoilt brats out there would think that this is a given situation. This was definitely not. I was super excited to give his gift to him because I never had the opportunity to do so EVER before. This kid just turned into a partially BIG man . I hadn’t been able to give him a gift before. Mainly because I was never around; and also because of a number of other factors which shouldn’t have even featured. I mean, we were both kids, and there shouldn’t have been illusionary boundaries created because of our parents or family situation. That shouldn’t have mattered. But it did.

I was so happy to’ve given him a gift. It came from a place of love. It came from a place and a space which I had never been able to explore. I was lucky to’ve started to get to know him. He had this ability to speak with so much confidence and assertivenss. He is a realist.
I love him even more because of it. I was so happy to’ve been able to be a big sister to him, even if it meant me just visually showing him how to drive. Point is, I taught him something. I did something that big sister’s don’t usually do (or maybe) I don’t know…But I felt chuffed. And I know that he appreciated everything too.

After our midnight cup of tea and birthday wishes. My aunt, brother and I headed to bed.

My sister had woken up and decided that she would no longer be heading off to school especially because it was Eid. Schools would be empty and there’d be nothing to do.
At that point I gathered my thoughts, my brother was awake already, and we had then decided to explore Kalk Bay.

I had been going on about introducing them to Chai lattes’ and Craft Ciders and Beer.
I had also never taken either of them out before, so it would mean that we could go on our first real adventure together.
We headed off. My grandfather was proud of this situation as well and we left home knowing that we had been covered by his blessings.
First to the Plain, we saw fake Jordans, beer bottles and happy faces all in all. People were dressed UP for Eid. There were many examples which completed contradicted eachother.
This just reminded me that we constantly need to be able to simultaneously choose to live together regardless of how different we are.

For instance. Despite us being siblings, there were 3 very different individuals in the car. All with different attachment histories, different temperaments and just different persona’s.
The common thing that we could identify with was the fact that we all needed to heal our relationship in some way.

We walked through the area of Kalk Bay in Cape Town, my sister showed me her college, we went to the harbour, went to the train station (really cool abolution facilities!! Thumbs up Kalk Bay station) searched for Craft Beer but all of our attempts were met with disappointment. We eventually got so tired and hungry that we sat down in this tent-typed structured restaurant (not really nice looking, if you ask me) but my siblings were keen on pizza and maaaan were we happy that we ordered food from there. The food was really delicious. If the key marketing aim of this restaurant was meant to lower your expectations (just based on visual judgement) and then win you over with the food. Then they definitely WIN!

As a side note. Maybe even the main note. Kalk Bay has lovely little restaurant and deli type places. I expected a little more from it however, especially after googling a few places to visit. This is the nature of lived experiences, compared to internet based descriptions. You win some, you lose some. But I was definitely happy in Kalk Bay, in awe of the houses we walked alongside; as well as the general essence revealed by the evident marginalisation of people in Mitchells Plain; compared to the people whom live in Kalk Bay. It wasn’t eye-opening. It was just a reminder of a reality lived each day. An unjust disparity.

But even in tradgedy there is triumph.

The afternoon was just filled with trying to create bonds that have never really been able to form. And no greater bonds have been formed over pizza, orange juice, “keeper punchlines” and happy birthdaying; the way it had been formed with us.
The fun didn’t stop there though.
Definitely NOT, the day was young; and the night was even younger!
Man-o-man but Cape Town (despite the stereotypes) doesn’t sleep. There is always something to celebrate. EVEN on a Monday night!

And off to Plumstead and Southfield we went.

— 1 month ago
Thee Original Keeper-Cape Town trip July 2014 pt. 6

Good Morning Sunday.
Good Morning beautiful purple mountains.

Just good morning.
I had begun to feel the exhaustion. And you know when you’ve partied a bit too hard. Or tried to have too many conversations over beverages and loud speakers? You know that groggy morning HUSK? hahaha I had all of that!

The only thing on my mind at that point was: shucks; I didn’t even have the energy to roll over and hug my sister while we slept and snored along the 7 seas, hahaha.
I must confess, I am a terrible cuddler (not because I’m a cold person). I love cuddling, but I prefer it when I’m awake, or if someone cuddles me during my sleep. I am not the cuddler, I prefer to be the cuddleree, hahah.

I mean I guess I’m just so used to having my own space.
This Sunday morning just highlighted it for me.

I guess I am still really shy at heart and I dislike invading people’s personal space. I reallllly feel uncomfortable when I assume that other people are uncomfortable. I get all edgy and clumsy as an after effect because of it. It’s really something that I’ve come to learn about myself. It’s not necessarily something that I like…But it’s me. I take personal space very seriously, and I am quite sensitive about it; especially if I feel like I’m the invader. ANYWAY…

I wonder sometimes whether this is part of the reason that people tend to keep a safe distance from me?
I used to wonder if it was because “I wasn’t easy on the eye” or whether it be because “I came across as shy and unapproachable”? Look I still don’t know why? Sometimes it bothers me.
But my sister has shown me another side of it.
She does’t know this but she teaches me things ALL the time.
Sometimes she scares me too because she takes risks that I am too chicken to take.
The point is. She is a cuddler.
She isn’t afraid to enter into spaces or make her presence known when she feels safe enough to do so. It’s funny; the spaces which I enter with ease, are the spaces which she would enter with caution; and vice versa for myself.
I guess this just symbolises the truth in us being ‘opposite signs’ according to astrological beliefs. But, nevertheless, there are social spaces which pose as illusionary barriers to me. Barriers which in her mind are fields of candy floss and unicorns.

I admire her for this. I envy her too, because I have yet to learn how too adapt and be comfortable in these spaces. I’ve always been afraid of a night club. Mainly because it was an instilled fear.
In my mind- brought on by my folks: night clubs equated to boys, boys equated to sex and sex equated to your life being OVER, because you would probably fall pregnant.
*Sigh*
I appreciate their overprotection now, but I wish that I had explored these spaces from time to time. My sister fortunately got to explore; and now she teaches me all the time.
The men swoooon when she takes hits the dancefloor (I must say that I have BEAUTIFUL siblings). The combination of all of the observations which I made REALLY just made me believe that she is the cuddler between us. Hahaha

Beside this though, my sister has a rediculous sense of humour.
I have the driest- like kalahari desert kind of humour you know, so she makes everything lighten up when it’s dull. I thought about this too while I laid in bed.
Before I knew it though my name started being called out in the house.

Jadey?!! Nee Jadey slaap, los haar (no, Jadey is sleeping, leave her be). And just like that I was up again. I had limited time in Cape Town and so I had to make the most of it.
I jumped around in my pajamas, caught up a bit with my brother. At this point we hadn’t even hit it off yet, so we had awkward conversations. But we persued them anyway.
I showered; dressed, had conversations in the kitchen with my grandmother and grandfather. It was especially significant because it was about my German heritage (a really long story linked to a psychic vision).
In between all of this. My sister had left me be, in order to be with her friends, because they had stayed over. In addition; my aunt and brother were busy in the cottage where they were preparing the dining area for my sister’s birthday.

The most beautiful part of this though was that I got to mop the entire floor, my aunt and I got to skinner (share secrets), my brother and I also realised how much we could rely on eachother. He has a really well rounded work-ethic. He designed the drape feature amongst other things.
It felt good just being present and serving a purpose unrelated to my job, or even academia.
It felt good being in this space.
I felt like the cuddler here.

Just like my brother and I are good with hands on work, my sister creates sayings and concepts which make us laugh off our toes. She is a permanent ice-breaker, with everything that she does. So the entire weekend; she had this saying “If she takes your breath away - she’s a KEEPER”
now say it with me?

"if she eat’s a whole pizza, she’s a KEEPER",
“if she turns it up on the dancefloor, then she’s a KEEPER”
“maar, as sy nie ‘n fok kan dans ie dan is sy nie ‘n fok a KEEPER nie”

"You know if you cheat on her, and she still forgives you, then you need to KEEP HER"
hahaha I don’t know how many of these punchlines she’d come up with, but she’d keep punching them, man, and this saying eventually translated into us evaluating our entire lives hahaha.

Ahhh man. There were so many elements of this day that made me wonder how I relate to spaces and to people and whether or not I was a KEEPER.

All that I do know is, that by the end of Sunday, while we drove back home after a few pitstops, chats and whistles into the mists of Mitchells Plain. After all that had been said and done. After everything which had been contemplated; my sister had still managed to explore new spaces (particularly spaces in her heart and mind).
I knew, I just knew that she is the one and only ORIGINAL KEEPER.

— 1 month ago
#TheOriginalKeeper  #CapeTown  #Blogging  #Thinking  #Keeper 
Family. 
#Grandfolks and the best aunts a gal could ask for. Missing one aunt @sedres_hempe . 

#TakeMeBack #Throwback

Family.
#Grandfolks and the best aunts a gal could ask for. Missing one aunt @sedres_hempe .

#TakeMeBack #Throwback

— 1 month ago
#throwback  #grandfolks  #takemeback 
Cape Town trip July 2014 pt. 5

Feeling like a million bucks we walk up into Manila Bar get stamped up in neon, and stomped up with the sensation of absolutely knowing that it would be a good night.

First off: there were Asian bartenders. I mean I had never ever seen this anywhere in South Africa before.
So I knewww that this would be perfectly different.

A few nice strangers threw a few smiles back to me. Something (which by the way) I test all the time. Different cities have presented different temperaments.

I literally started walking up to people and introduced myself to them at this point; something which California taught me. I was like “Heyyyy I’m Jade, showing some love from Johannesburg and really hoping to have a great weekend”. I had no inhibitions. I only knew one person (or I mean I met her on twitter, so technically I knew her by association) and even though it was her video launch, I figured that I knew absolutely no body else and so I could do whatever I wanted because no one could judge me based on any prior incident(ces).

I say this because this is a general impression that I have of the world. People judge you or evaluate you based on what they know of you. No-one knew a thing in this case (which was liberating, not that I have anything to hide; but I’m just sayin’).

Cape Town is definitely clique(y). And getting into any circle seems to be difficult. My take on this night however was to make sure that I was the realest version of myself, because that’s the impression I wanted to leave. Not for anyone else, but for my own inner reflection.

So, at this point I was done being the serious girl, or mama hen to my flock. Nahhh tonight was my turn to turn it out!
It turns out we were early, hahaha which was fine either way because I didn’t really know what the lineup was gonna be like and I was eager to “turn it out so I had to internally prepare.”.

So; my sister, her friends, my cousin and I take advantage of the fact that the venue is still pretty empty. For this very reason we end up taking a stroll down Long Street, familiarising ourselves with it and also in order to gain some momentum. We then head back up to Manila Bar and get the beverages ‘pourrr’d’ up.

This immediately loosens me up. And I eventually start speaking to some really buff guy named Roy. Hahah he was funny and he somehow ends up dropping his beverage making me question his soberness entirely. He was a happy chap, (which is what counted the most) and just genuinely nice. Gary (at this stage), is here too. Gary and I were keen to show off our pinned up shirts and smiles. And because we know that the Trueman’s are all about that get-down. We were suddenly on the dancefloor getting down with every kinda get down!!

Man! The combination of positive energy, fermented beverages (and at this point, quite a few down), a smooth shot of patron, GOOD MUSIC and family- at this point: I was ready to take over the world hahaha…

yo. I. Was. In. It.
At another point that night I remember that I was so energised and just so free that the dancefloor literally became my own circle. I don’t know when I crossed the threshold but the crowd made the circle bigger fo’ me! And honey; I didn’t back down either! Hahah
The difference here in comparison to the night before at Eclipse, was that people weren’t dancing away from me because they assumed I was lesbian. In this setting they danced away for a few seconds to take in an art form. And that was the difference. They didn’t judge me according to any pre-concieved assumptions. This was the moment I fell in love with Cape Town.

Now look. I am androgenous. And I am proud to say that I am.
This was a platform where that didn’t even matter. Sexuality, age, gender, class, race… man. None of that mattered and that’s what absolutely won me over in those few seconds of glory.

I love the stage life. Despite the fact that I am generally shy. I call this my double life. There is a thrill in it.
I guess alot of entertainers have this element or knowledge of self.

Mannnnn, and I could feel it in Dope Saint Jude’s aura too.
Knowledge of self… liberation through expression of self. ………………………………………………..

00:00 Midnight: Dope Saint Jude had her performance due. I mean after all it was her video launch, so with purposefulness she came out HARD.

She rocked us out so hard. It was actually quite insane how it all happened. I honestly do think that the combination of all of the energy in that room is the reason that I felt so elevated. Hahaha

My cousins, sister and her friends all rocked out hard too. I was so grateful to be in tune with a heightened sense of self in their presence. If they hadn’t been there I doubt that I woulda had as great a time. I was just immensely thankful; and being in that state made me so much more confident.

I remember after Dope Saint Jude left the stage Roy pushed me up on stage and was like “kill it”… and in my own mind my body took over and I just danced my heart out.

It was magical.
I was liberated. I was free. Confident. Thankful.


And so I knew before we took leave that I had to introduce myself to Dope Saint Jude. I went looking for her and eventually found her.
Hahah I was like “heyyyy I’m Jade”, she started laughing and was like “I know hahahah”.

I was so turnt out that this seemed like such an hilarious moment. I guess it’s because sometimes we place so much expectation into/onto moments which are meant to be so simple. And it was infact very simple.

Nevertheless :D :D I got to meet a twitter friend (yaaay ints ints ints) and because of my eager nature to be at her video launch I got to experience a heightened version of myself. As well as Cape Town and it’s beautiful people in a heightened form.

Everyone at the launch was great. People were beautiful. There were fellow androgenous humans and this made me feel a greater sense of familiarity within myself. The queer community in Cape Town, especially queers in my age group are FABULOUS!

I guess we all felt free.
Thanks to Dope Saint Jude for being that link for me.
Thanks to my sister for having a Birthday weekend and getting me to Cape Town.

I think I am most grateful to’ve exposed my sister and her friends to another side of progressive Cape Town living. To’ve exposed them to fellow peers who have so much to offer the world.

*Raises beverage* here’s to the rest of the night of fun in Sam’s Bar, Dance Poll’s, Chip Rolls, fancier whips and even fancier human progression because of the night.

…………………………………………………


Off to the 15th floor again.
A quick catnap… and there we were again. Travelling through the mists in Cape Town toward the Plain.

I won’t lie.
I was so excited to sleep. But BGP (Black Girl Power kept lingering in my head).

Goodmorning SUNDAY…

— 1 month ago
A throwback to March this year. One of my favourite days in my life. 
Also a day where I made lifetime friends. 

PE stole my heart. Thinking especially of @jeanniegrigio today and for the next few days (hugs to you lady, wishing you love and peace). Love to @rushay @zane_dunn and Lorien.  

Let’s keep on leaving our mark in this world the way in which Indigo’s and Alphas do.

A throwback to March this year. One of my favourite days in my life.
Also a day where I made lifetime friends.

PE stole my heart. Thinking especially of @jeanniegrigio today and for the next few days (hugs to you lady, wishing you love and peace). Love to @rushay @zane_dunn and Lorien.

Let’s keep on leaving our mark in this world the way in which Indigo’s and Alphas do.

— 1 month ago
Takuya Kuroda - Afro Blues by bluenoterecords on SoundCloud →

My kind of blues.
What kind of blues do you feel?

— 1 month ago
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
Oscar Wilde (via observando)
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Cape Town trip July 2014 pt. 4

Savouring moments huh?

Isn’t just great? And having it with a backdrop of rain?!

Romanticising comes easy when you’re in a beautiful city like Cape Town. And especially when you’re surrounded by family who encourages encounters of love [this hasn’t happened much in Johannesburg, it’s all work, no savouring really].

I also happened to be surrounded by Leos’. Leo’s are led by love. The current sun sign was Leo, so everything made sense to me.
One particular Leo blew me away infact.

My Brother.

It was his birthday on the 28th of July. But this was the first time that I had the chance to see his face as I spoke with him. The current date of our meeting was the 26th of July.
I was shy because I hadn’t seen him in a few years. He was now, taller than me. Seemingly had way more confidence (as Leo’s generally just come across that way) and he had outgrown all of that babyish looks.

There I was. After long talks with Danica and Haley. After playing with my little cousins Chè and Jessé; and seeing them off, for them to see their first Disney show on ice. There I was.
Looking at this young chap.

The thing about having siblings living 1320kms away from you. For the entirety of their lives and yours is that by default you miss out on so much. The difference here is that this was not my intention. There were pre-conditioned events which led to this situation.

But as my heart stood. I wanted to make the most of every moment and savour this.

A bit of a side note: it was 3pm. I was still in my pj’s and my cousin had told me that some of my maternal aunts, uncles and cousins had been waiting for us in a suite on the 15th floor of a hotel on cnr Adderly and Darling Str.

After hugging my brother and trying to identify with him as much as I could, I had no choice but to hop into the shower and prep for dinner on cnr Adderly and Darling Str, which would also be followed by Dope Saint Jude’s video launch.

Besides all of the factors pulling at me to get outta the house. I had my Leo sister putting pressure on me too.
So… There I was again. Doing the mandatory security and gadget checks on my aunts car. Pulling my buttoned up shirt straight, throwing on an extra dose of colongne and taking on Cape Town as if I had known her from the time she had birthed me.

To the Plain, to Grassy Park, to Retreat for the pick-ups. Then to cnr Darling and Adderly for a 60 piece sushi platter and amazing curry. My sister, her friends and my cousin in toe had meant that the nature of meeting my family in town was going to be dynamic and a collective exploration of savouring pre-party and family time dynamics.

It was great. I got to squeeze everyone (I love tight hugs hahah). We layered our tummies and hearts this time, with a greater essence of joy and in the back of my mind I knew that this night would be amazing.

After my splurge of OCD tendencies in the kitchen. My cousin who had been living in the suite (and who had invited us) had told us to leave our car in his parking bay, and had called an executive cab for the girls.

Told us he’d meet us in Longmarket street in an hour, said goodbye to the aunts and uncles and had then walked the 5 of us to our Audi A6.

Jade. In front (the mama for the night) we pulled up to Manila Bar and felt like QUEENS. (Thank you Gary).

— 1 month ago
Cape Town trip July 2014 pt. 3

Part 3
Oh was this just not the most special day! Damn.

My cousin decided to sleep over. So my sister, cousin and I fell asleep on a 3/4 bed.

You know you’re dead tired when you don’t even care that there are other beds in the house; but all you want is just a lil’ bit of comfort, even if it’s at the “voete end” (where your feet go). So, I was the lucky one at the voete end and less than 3 hours later I woke up and ended up next to my little cousin Jessé, in what seemed to me as a luxurious double bed at this point (which it in-fact really was). Hahaha

Literally 5 minutes after I creep into the luxurious bed, my cousin Jessé wakes up in a frenzy telling me about a dog who died. An evil dog that he wishes could die, and a dog that his mom had dressed up in a jersey during winter’s coldest days.
I was like hahahahaahahhaahhaha
Jessé how did you from snoring like a lamb, to talking at 100% of your little body’s capacity?

Hahaha I literally started laughing. This kid musta thought that I was crazy.
Anyway I asked him how he slept and he told me that he fell ill during the night. He told me that he had vomitted and that he was coughing. He related this to his tonsils, and the problems he experiences with his nasal cavity and lungs. He also told me how he never wants to have his tonsils removed.
But then I told him a story about tonsils… and somehow changed this little kids mind (win for me). He was scheduled to see the doc later that day so I told him to check with the doc and give me feedback.

Let me just remind you. That this kid is barely 6.
One thing that he did on this particular morning, in his sick state was offer to make me a cheese sandwich.

I was like… are you sure that ma won’t skel? (Are you sure that grandma won’t scould you?). He says it doesn’t matter. You are Honey (my nickname at home).

He went off. I fell asleep… and from what I assume, 20 minutes later he arrived with 2 hand folded cheese sandwiches. 1 for me and 1 for himself. The sandwich was goooood. He put a generous amount of butter in the center of the sandwich and a few strands of grated cheese in the centre too.

He made it with love. And so we gobbled up our sandwiches. That was the nicest thing anyone has done for me after a late night. Ahhhhhh Jessé. I love and miss you!

Jessé had to be off to the doc. But after all the talking my brain was awake and my body had no choice but to follow.

I got to spend time with my cousin Danica. And my little animal lover (cousin), Haley. Danica and I spoke about a range of things. Travels, adventures, Jean Grae, school, university, art, music, responsibility and our interests. I tickled Haley the entire time.
These things may seem mundane to some of you. But for me. Moments like these are rare.

I have1 cousin in Johannesburg. He’s 8 or so years my senior. I don’t think he’d find it amusing if I tickled him.

So when I get to Cape Town I savour every single moment. I have as many real conversations as possible. I engage my family with question and answer sessions. And try to get many of them to see beyond their immediate surroundings.

Ohhh man. I had so much fun. Just talking. And holding my cousin. I appreciated my gran making a fuss over me knowing very well that she didn’t have to, but that she wanted to out of love, and fear that I would be leaving soon.

On that note. I handed over a gift to my grandparents. Just a picture of the day I graduated with honours. I am the first grandchild. Also the only one at this point who’s gone to and finished a degree.
They are proud.
I also painted a tortoise shaped potplant for my grandfather because I know how much he loves gardening.

My grandparents were so appreciative of this gesture. I was so fulfilled internally at this point, that I instantly knew that everything was gonna be alright from here on out, regardless of where my mind or heart was. That moment was beautiful. And I wanted to savour it.


And it was…
It was approximately 3pm on Saturday. Dope Saint Jude’s video launch was at 9. So I had a few more hours to savour a few other things.

— 1 month ago
Cape Town trip July 2014 pt.2

Off we were [After 10 full mins of security checks and gadgets on my Aunts car]… to the Plain.

To do the pick ups then to the night club called Eclipse.
Now let me tell you. It was raining, my sister had friends that she wanted to meet up with before we went into Eclipse… which happened except these guys were rascals. So we ditched them and went about our business accordingly.

I must say that I am so tired of having bouncers check my I.D. really. I get the weirdest questions about my hair. Or now rather, the lack thereof [why do people have to feel so attached to MY hair though?-Even Bouncers]. Besides my hair though (or lack thereof), I feel like such an old person already, it’s so weird being asked for my I.D.

I think this especially goes for Cape Town because I’m always the mommy of the group. I’m always looking after the young flock who’ve recently just started clubbing or whatever the case may be.

Anyway… There we were in ECLIPSE. The one and only. The night club synonymous with good times, good music, loose girls and eager guys.

→→→→ This was my expression -_-
I was like?! Really Cape Town, this is what you got? This is the best right now??
No hate to Cape Town. Maybe it was just this particular club, but I was a lil disappointed in the decor and ambiance. I mean, for all the hype, I expected a bit more.

But you know what. In the spirit of my sister’s Birthday weekend. I was willing to do anything and everything to make sure she had a good time.
My cousin and her boyfriend came along too. After a pizza (as thin as nacho chips) and a few fermented beverages ;) we were off. To. The. Dancefloor.

Our tummies were lined with just the right amount of everything necessary at this point hahaha.
The smoke machine and lights were doing their thing. And we were all about to do ours.

Now… I’m modest about this most times. But this night I knew I had it going on, on the dance floor. Smooth moves. The right tempo. And the right energy too.
The perfect combination for a night club.

Or so I thought :/

Let me give you a bit more context. So my dresscode is completely hipster, which in this particular night club is misinterpreted.

1: I have on my go-to leather farm style boots 2: a straight cut jeans 3: a long buttoned up indian styled shirt and 4: a puffy body-warmer without the sleeves. In short. I don’t look like a hipster. I infact look butch, super androgynous, super lesbian.

The combination in this club. Just didn’t cut it. No matter how cool my moves were.
Guys danced away from me. Girls danced away from me.
I was like… “do I stink?”

Hahaha a few minutes later. A very open lesbian approaches my sister enquiring about my sexuality. My sister tells her that I am lesbian (knowing that this is not true, but curious to see this person’s response)… so we carry on dancing. My sister tells me that this particular girl is attracted to me and that I should act accordingly.

So I tell myself: Jade, if you’re gonna be lesbian for the night. You better be the best lesbian you can be.

Hahaha and hell yeah! I took extra care of my make believe girlfriends, my sister and cousin. And totally strutted my stuff on the dance floor… we danced till we couldn’t anymore and I was happy. My sister was happy. My cousin was happy. And her boyfriend and I got to have one of those in-depth conversations in a night club…. [I’m sure you know what I mean. Those serious talks that you have to summarise over the intensity of the volume from the speakers].

Pause. On a more serious note, despite being disappointed regarding the hype of the night club. I was more disappointed in the crowd of people present and their disregard of people who may seem to be homosexual.

Now look.

I have a huge problem with people who judge others, especially when it’s on the grounds of sexuality, religion, nationality and race. I was seriously like: how did we get from “the way I dress, to the immediate assumption of my sexuality? “… (this may be a rhetorical question) but really, aren’t we a bit more insightful than that?

How? In 2014… are we still associating “what we see, with what is true”. Babylon has beeeeeen planting seeds and illusionary judgements in our heads.

Like my prof. Zimitri Erasmus told our class once. “We are yet to stop thinking with our eyes, and start thinking with our minds”.

This is what I felt about Cape Town. And the people in this particular night club. I felt super judged by them. I felt rejected. I felt like we weren’t growing as people.
I mean at the end of the day people were at that night club to have a good time, to leave their cares and fears behind.

So why let judgement tag along with you then ?…


Anyway the following day had way more in store anyway. So I was not about to let this get me.

It was 5am.
I was a virgin to the club scene. This was not normal for me… but after seeing how comfortable my sister was when they were about to kick us out, I acted like a cucumber…
Slipped out into the fresh morning rain, drove to the Plain. Watched my sister fall asleep (oh how satisfying it was to see my little sister fall asleep after a good night out) and at 6 I finally got to lay my head down and catch some coastal stars.

Goodnight Eclipse…
— 1 month ago

fer1972:

Underwater Photography by Ed Freeman

So BEAUTIFUL.
The human female body.

And the lens from which this photographer captures it.
#HumanForm #Art

— 1 month ago with 1461 notes