Who's the bitch?

Well, if nobody else is going to blog this weekend's happenings, then I will. We celebrated Queery's 21st birthday on Saturday night. It started out with a trip to Adult World on Saturday, followed by a nap (still recovering from the previous night, which involved two old friends of Just-ify & GreenDemon... but that's another story altogether... the girls were funky though). Anyway, what an entrance at the party! Since I do not yet have photographic evidence, I will attempt to paint the picture.

Just-ify: in full winter school-boy attire, choker chain around his neck with a dog-leash, red fluffy handcuffs linked to his belt. GD: baby-blue ribbon around his neck, attached to a chain, one pair of fluffy handcuffs across the front of his hips, another pair dangling from the middle of the first pair.

So, I donned my checked school skirt & white blouse, tie & baby-dolls, pig-tails & lollipop, and gave Queery the birthday present of his life (or a close second to his new 15-inch baby) - two big boys as his "bondage bitches" for the night. Upon arrival, we were greeted by happy faces, some familiar, some not. The way Queery put it, there were the fags, the hags, the Navy-guys, the liberal party-boys (aka Queery's Bitches), the real bitches, and the miscellaneous individuals who come across as normal, friendly people but we know what they're like... erm, normal & friendly ;-)

As per usual, our arrival at the Denim & Diamonds club on a quiet night represented the birth of life... Queery's hands were cuffed behind his back & I borrowed Just-ify's leash to keep him in line ;-) He also had a red balloon protruding from the front of his pants. There were many comments, many confused/curious/amused glances but none were as evil as the glares I got from the poppies posing on the couch while I whipped & got danced up by two tall chained men, one of whom was gaining respect from numerous ex-Paul Roosers for his patriotism.

The evening came to an end with Queery swaying like a sapling in gale force winds, punctuated by "I've lost my keys; where is my cellphone; where are my glasses?". Well, we managed to make a sleeping plan for him around all of these complications (all of the above items were eventually found in Mr.P's car, who had repeatedly insisted they weren't there & then disappeared to another club). Well, Queery had a bed, a dumping site & a nanny, and we needed sleep.

Revellations

Topic one: Chemistry - More specifically (for the science nerds out there) the exothermic reaction when reagent A and reagent B are brought together. Exothermic reaction = anything from slight heat production to full-on explosion. Fires can be lit in many places and can be extinguished with time & effort, but there's nothing that feeds a flame as much as the combination respect, honesty, trust, appreciation, acceptance, responsibility, affection, devotion and sharing a variety of similar interests. Add this concoction to the fuel and you get something inexplicably warm & beautiful: love.

Topic two: Questions - I've realised that while I like asking people questions about themselves, I'm not very good at answering those same questions myself. So I'm gonna try answer the questions I've asked people in the last week. Question 1, What makes you happy? A: music that suits my mood; my family; being with people I care about & that care about me; sharing experiences with these people; being held tightly & close; achieving things physically & academically; reading a really good book; dancing (most kinds); letting go & being myself (which I can't do with everyone); and seeing beautiful things or happy people. Question 2, What are you afraid of? A: Losing my parents; losing friends I thought I would be friends with always; hurting people I love; not achieving what I know I can; not having the one I love with me when I die (whether it's falling off a mountain now, illness next year or old age at 100); no-one ever knowing me as a whole; and someone knowing me too well.

Topic three: Mac Donald's - I know they were never the pioneers of nutritional value, but the pleasure gained used to be worth the occasional empty calories. However, they seem to have found a way to change more & more of the flavourful (or MSG-ful) protein content into bland carbohydrate (aka. bread). Oh well, at least the apple pie is still worth a little something. Steers here we come!

Cruel to be kind

Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant unkindness.
-George Eliot

Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the queerest of them all?

GAY NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN. Sleeping late, lunch at Spur with Justi-fy & GreenDemon, and chilling in the afternoon. The evening was spent learning about Sweden from GreenDemon and everyone picking out suitable outfits for the venture. Meet Mitch the Bitch and Tyrone the Bone.

Back in Titania's bower, we watched video footage of J & GD doing the highest commercial bungee jump in the world - the 216m drop at Blaukrans. Just watching it had me freaked out - never ever EVER! Brief photo shoot, then off to Bronx we go...

The club had a nice look about it - definitely a place I would frequent if the clientel were different. Not that I have a problem with gay people - in fact, it was great knowing I could walk in, sit down, mind my own business and remain unharrassed and modesty intact. I love my fag to bits and enjoy his company in just about anything. However, not wanting to blow the covers of my perfectly dressed-up comrades, I feigned disinterest in them and instead decided to enter the conversation of the only three white ladies in the bar. All I can say is my goodness lesbians have issues! Eventually, getting vibes from the guys about my preoccupation with the girls, and also wanting to get out of there myself, we headed on to Sliver (which was rather empty) and then to Cruz. Now Cruz is how I pictured a gay club - guys in silver spandex dancing on platforms, guys dancing eachother up on the dance-floor, and... well...guys dancing. It's not that there weren't any girls, they just sorted of blended into the scenery. The place was pumping, the atmosphere unfamiliar... but my heart just wasn't in it. We were all a bit under the weather to begin with - J & GD from a roadtrip virus, myself from a 3-week cold aggravated by sport/partying. Queery was (quite naturally) in his element and was very disappointed when we decide to leave. Sorry sweetie, there will be a next time for us, bigger and better. The cherry on the cake was when we were dancing at the back of the stage level part of the dance-floor. I was leaning against the curtain that covered the walls all round. Unfortunately for me, the part I leant against happened to cover the door that led to the dressing room for the stage dancers. I felt an "excuse-me" tap on my shoulder and, turning around, was faced by a sweaty man in nothing but silver, Y-front spandex. I didn't even hide the fact that I freaked out - I turned to the guys with eyes like saucers and a muted exclamation choking my throat. Keep away from the curtain. In hindsight, I would have loved to see either Justi-fy or GreenDemon tuck a R10 note into the silver stretchies of one of the dancers, just for laughs. Next time.

Superheroes return from Planet "Strohrum" - The Ambiguously *** Duo

Friday night saw Queery, myself and some of our more subdued (but by no means more innocent) compadres at the 20h00 show of Superman Returns. This involved a lot of cliche, jaw-dropping effects and Queery wondering out loud what kind of a blow-job Superman could give. Justi-fy and GreenDemon returned from their coastal roadtrip that night, so after the movie the party-bunnies among us met up with them at the only really busy club during university holiday time. Champagne flowed, Stroh rum burned and asses shook. Calling it a relatively early night for the sake of the sick and travel-weary, we submitted ourselves to intense recovery in preparation for our long-anticipated excursion the next night.

Min mei, Harris-ment and Dido

As I sit in my lab, listening to the chords of Evanescence emanating form Christie's computer (finally got him to skip the Dido), I look up at Min Mei - the 4-inch brown-haired doll I got as a consolation gift at Wimpy after a particularly rough night in Cape Town. I repainted her clothing to suit my colour taste - brown pants, black top and black shoes.

Next to me on a shelf is a shoe-box containing wood-shavings, sunflower seeds and Harris. Harris is about as deep in the doo-doo as something that small and cute can be for any length of time. She has been attacking Ed more visciously, to the point of causing her topical injuries on her tummy, shoulder and paws. They can't be left alone for one moment. Queery has started making references to "Harris-ment". So the verdict is... Harris has to go. Right now she's in the box looking up at me so sweetly and innocently that I am very much in two minds. But it has to be.

I really really really don't like Dido. Really. She can't actually sing, but she seems to be able to sound and look sad enough to appeal to pillow-hugging, wrist-chewing alcoholics or low-energy non-music lovers with no sense of humour or lust for life whatsoever! Ok, friends, sorry if any of you like Dido - I didn't mean to seem opiniated or step on any toes. Dido just doesn't do it for me. If you're angry or depressed, listen to one of Foamy the Squirrel's rants, or his music dedicated to miserable humanity. It's much more effective.

Good riddance

Chris Brink has LEFT the building!!!

The Passionate Pilgrim

Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,
Paler for sorrow that her milk-white dove,
For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild;
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:
Anon, Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
Forbade the boy he should not pass the grounds;
Once, quoth she, did I see a fair sweet youth
Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
See on my thigh, quoth she, here was the sore:
She showed hers; he saw more wounds than one,
And blushing fled, and left her all alone.

-William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim (VII)

Ground Level

Yesterday I had a really cool and really scary experience - the climbing fever took me about 6 months ago when Queery introduced me to the physical challenge and thrill of rock climbing on a grade 13 route he himself had helped bolt. So he took me in as his apprentice and got me training on the local lead wall to build arm-strength and endurance. After months of hard work, I had finally had the opportunity to test my progress. Two aquaintances of mine - both very experienced climbers, took me along to tackle some of the rock faces near Kleinmond, Western Cape. It was cold & windy, but thankfully not raining. First thing they did was teach me to belay one of them while he was leading, which is alot trickier than when someone is climbing on top-rope (when the rope is already threaded through the chains at the top of the route). Anyway, that was cool. Next, in between fighting down the panic caused by my intense fear of heights, and the numbness in my fingers due to the freezing cold rock, I conquered the grade 16 they put me on first. By the time we got to the next 17, my arms were so tired, I bailed about 3/4 up where the crux consisted of a round overhand that prevented me from standing up on my feet. I must say though, my faith in the equipment has vastly improved, which is a crucial factor in one's confidence when climbing. One climbs alot better when you're not afraid of going splat on the rocks and shrubbery 10-15 m below... The picture is one of the masters doing his thing on a grade 23. I've been informed I will one day kick that route's ass.

Little Women

I have someone new in my life - two someones actually. Their names are Ed and Harris. Contrary to common belief about rodents, I am convinced that these two have unique characters that set them aside from other individuals of their species. However, they do exhibit other traits commonly associated with Russian hamsters, such as the desire to climb, burrow and investigate every accessible object/environment. Recently when I let them out for some play, Harris decided to explore the world (aka. my flat) and hitched a ride on the unwitting Just-ify's collar. Feeling like the mother of a prodigal daughter, I scoldingly returned Ed and the runaway to their cozy glass home. Enough gallavanting for one night, little dare-devil.