Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Some things you might want to know


I was going to write about weaves today but I’m empty on the subject, it’s a topic debated every fudging day! Anyway I’m just going to write about me today, that’s fine ne (if it wasn’t I’d still do it). I’m going to type out all the questions I get asked on a weekly basis by my friends, and strangers. And just some questions I’ll ask myself on a stalkers behalf! LOL (Joke, I hope)
Let’s begin:
When did you know you were gay?
I knew the minute I could tell the difference, as a child sexuality is the last thing on your mind, you just want to laugh and play! I like to tease my friends and say that I knew the minute Tshepo(from Yizo Yizo) started sleeping with boys! The laughs I get are priceless.
Do you like it?
I can’t hate it! It’s who I am, I’m not going to change it anytime soon, my family never treated me differently, if you grow up loved, then loving yourself is just second nature. But it gets very frustrating, there will be complete strangers who will try to hurt you and break you just for being yourself (I haven’t experienced this  personally, thank God). Its quite ironic that there are so many homophobes (I’m generalising, I know) in South Africa. Being that we are one of the top 3 countries to google gay porn. LOL I love this country!!!
But you act straight?
I don’t act straight, I act like Phokela. Just like we have straight girls who are tomboys, and straight guys who ‘’love themselves’’ (metrosexuals, if you may). You have gay guys and girls who are extremely feminine or extremely masculine. No two homosexuals are the same. Nee di’chommie le di tsala (I couldn’t resist. LMAO)
Does your family know?
I told 3 of my cousins, I think my mom and brothers know, I know my father knew! As for extended family, I’m sure they’re having their doubts. Lol. I have a motto, don’t tell unless your asked (I came up with that right now, so it’s a premature motto) but I’m planning on telling my mother and brothers when I finish school, that way if they kick me out I have a degree and a job. LMAO. I’m kidding Mom!!!
Aren’t you scared of other people’s reactions?
One thing my mother and father taught me is that people will talk regardless. If a person chooses to assume that I’ll die of AIDS and I’ll burn in hell. The only way to prove them wrong is to live my life. I think I’m going to live a long and healthy life and I’m going to do the booty hop on the golden streets in heaven (it’s such a bad joke that its good). Why should someone’s opinion of my life be regarded higher than my own???
What type of music do you like?
I love, love, love hip hop, r&b and indie rock (and a little of everything else, but hip hop over er’thing)! I dislike YMCMB though, they are whack as hell. You can only sing/rap about vagina’s, money and illegal substances for so long. The main artists I’d buy a concert ticket from are Nas, Jay and Ye, Frank Ocean, Azalea Banks, Florence and the Machine and Rick Ross (that man should get a statue he is a national treasure, HUH).
What are my hobbies?
Video games, Video games and video games. Nothing else. Oh and fashion is not my hobby, its an extension of my personality (seriously, show me 2 nigga’s who have the nuts to wear what I wear).
What do you love about your like about your life?
I love hearing my friends and family laugh, and the fact that I’ve been afforded the opportunity to live my fucking life.
What are the 3 things I can’t live without?
God, My Family, My friends. As cliché as it sounds, that’s all I need. I’ve been blessed enough to be surrounded by people who add value to my life. Everyone is a piece of a never-ending puzzle.
Who do I look up too?
My mother and my late father. The most loving people I think I’ll ever know, I cant even count how many 2nd chances me and my brothers got, their marriage is blueprint of how many of my relationships are going to be. They loved hard, and they laughed hard. Hearing my dad making my mother laugh was such an amazing thing. (Now I miss him)
Talking about emotions I’m craving hot wings!!! 

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