yes, you read correctly, today, sunday 25 april, at approximately 3.30pm, the acid man was sighted in rondebosch. this is not a drill. this isnt even a test. this is reality (and not that shit that we see on tv).
how did it happen and what did i do, you might ask? randomly and nothing. i was just driving to campus when these 2 idiots decided that the road was their pavement as opposed to the government dedicated strip allocated to them. as i was about to knock them over driving at 25km/hr, they stopped and naturally looked at my vehicle. as did i, cos i wanted to be able to tell their parents that it was their children that i had killed. and lord above to my surprise, one of my victims was the acid man!
i freaked, i screamed, and i sighed. turned my car around and went to find him again, but alas, our moment had passed.
until next time...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
ra-ra rara-ma ra-ma rama-ma
for those of you who aren't in the know, a) we have a bigger problem here cos your finger is clearly not anywhere near the pulse, and b) its lady gaga.
for a romance to start, whether it be good or, as in lady gaga's case, bad, i believe that one must kick it old school. with the courting process. in an ideal world (also known as my universe), a romantic relationship starts with a date. this whole drunken meetings, no dates, no courting thing that occurs these days [read: coming right...together] just doesnt make sense to me.
today i came across a list of 10 first date ideas. my mate had told me about it, and since my newest thing is 'the date', i rushed to find a copy of the varsity newspaper, to see what it was this indivdual (not my mate) had to offer in terms of cool ideas. was i not sorely disappointed, and frankly, just pissed off. not an ounce of creativity was borne here, and i think the chic just thought of lame things her and her mates do. granted, there were one or two (but not more than three) good ideas in there, and the rest were just absolute bullshit!!! a date is something that determines the path of a relationship, and cant just be a flippant thought that came into someones mind during a slightly inspirational lecture (i would say boring, but then in those lectures, you allow yourself to explore and expand on ideas). i wanted to post a link to the article, but it isnt up. i'll find the newspaper at home and write that shit out, just so you can all experience what i experienced (i remember these though:
kalk bay-cool
panchos
fat cactus
buena vista (3 of a kind?)
labia (THE MOVIE THEATRE)
ice skating
...other lame things).
so after a rant and rave with my dear friend, kim, we decided to come up with our own 10 first dates. well thought out, interactive, fun, different dates that can really get 2 people together to explore one another. so, in no particular order, lets go:
-kalk bay: its just plain awesome and quaint, and romantic
-Planetarium-sitting under the stars in the big city without the risk of being killed?
-The aquarium-we're bringing it back, and everyone loved it as a kid!
-Rooftop of Daddy Cool on a friday night for music (assuming there is a band playing), and a movie at like 'serious relationship' status
-Old biscuit mill- sweet weather, champagne and one of those amazing pizzas, whilst sitting in a parking bay? mmmm. im turning myself on. you both have to be uber chilled awesome-ites for this
-Theatresports- a good laugh that encourages you to let your guard down. great post-date convo.
-Julep wednesday- AMAZING! intimate enough but not overeager. great music, good cocktails, the vibe is some other kind of fucked up cool
-royale followed by the rooftop of the waiting room- im not even going to say anything.
-fairview; groot constantia wine tasting
-putt-putt followed by a walk along the promenade-sweet. old school.
and that folks, is that. but now obviously kim and i only catered to those awesome individuals out there. it takes an awesome kind of vibe to appreciate these dates, or to find them in any way romantic. so, if you dont, you are clearly in the wrong place, and you could you please leave the premises. but if you do, i hope you have come away from this with some cool ideas (and now have an idea of what i like! :) )
good luck!
#imjussayin
rabi
for a romance to start, whether it be good or, as in lady gaga's case, bad, i believe that one must kick it old school. with the courting process. in an ideal world (also known as my universe), a romantic relationship starts with a date. this whole drunken meetings, no dates, no courting thing that occurs these days [read: coming right...together] just doesnt make sense to me.
today i came across a list of 10 first date ideas. my mate had told me about it, and since my newest thing is 'the date', i rushed to find a copy of the varsity newspaper, to see what it was this indivdual (not my mate) had to offer in terms of cool ideas. was i not sorely disappointed, and frankly, just pissed off. not an ounce of creativity was borne here, and i think the chic just thought of lame things her and her mates do. granted, there were one or two (but not more than three) good ideas in there, and the rest were just absolute bullshit!!! a date is something that determines the path of a relationship, and cant just be a flippant thought that came into someones mind during a slightly inspirational lecture (i would say boring, but then in those lectures, you allow yourself to explore and expand on ideas). i wanted to post a link to the article, but it isnt up. i'll find the newspaper at home and write that shit out, just so you can all experience what i experienced (i remember these though:
kalk bay-cool
panchos
fat cactus
buena vista (3 of a kind?)
labia (THE MOVIE THEATRE)
ice skating
...other lame things).
so after a rant and rave with my dear friend, kim, we decided to come up with our own 10 first dates. well thought out, interactive, fun, different dates that can really get 2 people together to explore one another. so, in no particular order, lets go:
-kalk bay: its just plain awesome and quaint, and romantic
-Planetarium-sitting under the stars in the big city without the risk of being killed?
-The aquarium-we're bringing it back, and everyone loved it as a kid!
-Rooftop of Daddy Cool on a friday night for music (assuming there is a band playing), and a movie at like 'serious relationship' status
-Old biscuit mill- sweet weather, champagne and one of those amazing pizzas, whilst sitting in a parking bay? mmmm. im turning myself on. you both have to be uber chilled awesome-ites for this
-Theatresports- a good laugh that encourages you to let your guard down. great post-date convo.
-Julep wednesday- AMAZING! intimate enough but not overeager. great music, good cocktails, the vibe is some other kind of fucked up cool
-royale followed by the rooftop of the waiting room- im not even going to say anything.
-fairview; groot constantia wine tasting
-putt-putt followed by a walk along the promenade-sweet. old school.
and that folks, is that. but now obviously kim and i only catered to those awesome individuals out there. it takes an awesome kind of vibe to appreciate these dates, or to find them in any way romantic. so, if you dont, you are clearly in the wrong place, and you could you please leave the premises. but if you do, i hope you have come away from this with some cool ideas (and now have an idea of what i like! :) )
good luck!
#imjussayin
rabi
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
the search for the acid man
i've really wanted to write something fictional for some time now. want to expand on my literary abilities, see if i can really do this thing. they say that the best fiction comes from real life experiences, so i have decided that im going to start a tale. hopefully an interesting tale. chronicling the vast search for this elusive character aptly named, 'acid man'.
this quest is one of great measure and cannot be taken on by those who are weak of character. it takes resilience, exuberance, spontaneity (a word i sometimes have great difficulty in pronouncing) and a great amount of hustling. this is greater than those knights that bra arthur commissioned. no, much greater. this is the true test of the human sexual spirit, and when i find it, all order will be restored in the world.
who is this 'acid man', you may be asking? it describes a character i met this weekend. one of great looks, good vibes and a generally interestingly cool demeanour. one with which a connection was had. it may have been the alcohol, it may have been the lack of sleep, it may even have been the air and vibe that one breathes and lives at a trance party, but a connection nonetheless.
after this moment between our two souls (or it could have been general sexual frustration) began, it ended. life continued and we lost each others paths. all that i do remember was that i had a sip of his water, and he whispered, 'there's acid in there', and with a glimmer in my eye, and a fog over my brain, i took a swig and continued on my merry way, trrrancing to the music at hand. bliss.
i never saw him again after that. but he remains in my memories. what was his name? where was he from? who were his friends? these are all questions i actually cannot answer because i honestly do not remember. all that i know is that i had seen him before this encounter, somewhere in this vast life we all live, but i dont know where.
and that is why i need to embark on this quest, to find this 'acid man'. the one with the connection. the one with the vibe. it just needs to be done. and when i do i will jump on him and take him behind the middle school...
so follow me, my people. follow me on a journey of self discovery. of exploration. every one of us have our own 'acid man', and i am determined to find mine. *be off*
*exit stage left*
rabi
this quest is one of great measure and cannot be taken on by those who are weak of character. it takes resilience, exuberance, spontaneity (a word i sometimes have great difficulty in pronouncing) and a great amount of hustling. this is greater than those knights that bra arthur commissioned. no, much greater. this is the true test of the human sexual spirit, and when i find it, all order will be restored in the world.
who is this 'acid man', you may be asking? it describes a character i met this weekend. one of great looks, good vibes and a generally interestingly cool demeanour. one with which a connection was had. it may have been the alcohol, it may have been the lack of sleep, it may even have been the air and vibe that one breathes and lives at a trance party, but a connection nonetheless.
after this moment between our two souls (or it could have been general sexual frustration) began, it ended. life continued and we lost each others paths. all that i do remember was that i had a sip of his water, and he whispered, 'there's acid in there', and with a glimmer in my eye, and a fog over my brain, i took a swig and continued on my merry way, trrrancing to the music at hand. bliss.
i never saw him again after that. but he remains in my memories. what was his name? where was he from? who were his friends? these are all questions i actually cannot answer because i honestly do not remember. all that i know is that i had seen him before this encounter, somewhere in this vast life we all live, but i dont know where.
and that is why i need to embark on this quest, to find this 'acid man'. the one with the connection. the one with the vibe. it just needs to be done. and when i do i will jump on him and take him behind the middle school...
so follow me, my people. follow me on a journey of self discovery. of exploration. every one of us have our own 'acid man', and i am determined to find mine. *be off*
*exit stage left*
rabi
Thursday, April 15, 2010
perhaps commitment phobes should not start blogs?...
"perhaps commitment phobes should not start blogs"..this was my cousins repsonse to my telling an exceedingly long story about why i have not been blogging. perhaps he has a point. my pen was shaking (and by my pen, i mean my hand) when i signed my TWO YEAR contract and i have so far put off any other form of contractual obligation.
i think that our blog is like a plant. it has been withering from the lack of attention, but we are back and it is alive and well. in this commitment metaphor, i guess the next step would be buying a GPS (as opposed to getting a pet)...it comes at a cost, it requires attention and you are no longer able to go in any direction you please...suddenly it is a consultation. and then my dear friends, you might be ready for an actual living, breathing, talking person.
today i am blogging, tomorrow i may meet someone called bob who is an investment banker and yearns for a picketed (not to be confused with "picketing" which is incidentally infinitely cooler and for some sort of cause) house in suburbia with 3.5 kids....living the dream. (if you don't know me and don't pick up the sarcasm in that last sentence, then i would like to take this opportunity to point it out to you). i just googled "bob the investment banker"...and such a person actually exists. living proof that if you can dream it, you can do it *ahem*
rabs...you are the real star here...with your insightful anecdotes and tales of coming right that would make the authors of mills and boon blush. there is definitely a market for your talents. they are now writing erotic novels in braille. i told this to a friend of mine and her response was "why don't they just get the audio books".
AND...last thing rabs, don't beat yourself up too much about the fabulous men at the attic. there really was noone else exciting...apart from the drug dealer in the porsche who parked on the corner of the road like the badass joburger he is and whose idea of starting a conversation was "hey bitches, come here". he is the real star here.
...#imjussayin
jamie
i think that our blog is like a plant. it has been withering from the lack of attention, but we are back and it is alive and well. in this commitment metaphor, i guess the next step would be buying a GPS (as opposed to getting a pet)...it comes at a cost, it requires attention and you are no longer able to go in any direction you please...suddenly it is a consultation. and then my dear friends, you might be ready for an actual living, breathing, talking person.
today i am blogging, tomorrow i may meet someone called bob who is an investment banker and yearns for a picketed (not to be confused with "picketing" which is incidentally infinitely cooler and for some sort of cause) house in suburbia with 3.5 kids....living the dream. (if you don't know me and don't pick up the sarcasm in that last sentence, then i would like to take this opportunity to point it out to you). i just googled "bob the investment banker"...and such a person actually exists. living proof that if you can dream it, you can do it *ahem*
rabs...you are the real star here...with your insightful anecdotes and tales of coming right that would make the authors of mills and boon blush. there is definitely a market for your talents. they are now writing erotic novels in braille. i told this to a friend of mine and her response was "why don't they just get the audio books".
AND...last thing rabs, don't beat yourself up too much about the fabulous men at the attic. there really was noone else exciting...apart from the drug dealer in the porsche who parked on the corner of the road like the badass joburger he is and whose idea of starting a conversation was "hey bitches, come here". he is the real star here.
...#imjussayin
jamie
the not so elusive fag hag
apologies to all of those individuals who have been looking forward to their bi-daily fix of rants and raves courtesy of me and james, but life has been real and we have been busy. and whats worse, is when you get random bouts of inspiration when out there in the big bad world, and because we are polite, young ladies (and aren't at that level of trendiness where we have the uber cool mini-laptop with adsl/wireless/whatever it is that allows you to surf the web in the bush) we wait until we are out of the public eye, and by that point, have forgotten what it is i/we wanted to say. im just speaking on behalf of us because i am assuming that jamie hasnt been on here for that exact same reason. so on behalf of the both of us, sorry, and we're back!
a thought regarding this 'fag hag' entered my mind last night. wikipedia defines the fag hag as, 'a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friend'. we all know one of these women, some of us are one of these women. yes, i am one of them. hello, im rabi..and...um...i..oh..amafaghag. wow, do i feel any better? i dont know? is this causing me to think about things? yes, it most certainly is.
now, i have many gay friends. i count a number of them amongst my closest friends actually. i am the girl who, at a party, will find the one gay man and stick to him like white on rice, even though there are a whole bunch of hot, straight men around. i am the girl who visits gay clubs so frequently, to the point where people recognise her there. i am the girl who gay men tell she has too many gay friends. and this is where my concern comes in.
i was with one of my fabulous gay friends the other day, and this girl came over to say hi (she knew him). they were talking about some or other closeted gay man, and then my buddy proceeded to tell me that she is a notorious fag hag. she smiled with pride. and then, unfortunately, the first thought that popped into my mind was (and i feel a bit ashamed saying this), 'im not surprised she turns to the gay population for male attention'. i know, its disgusting, but needs to be said in order to make my point later. and then i looked at myself.
i have noticed that women who tend to have many gay friends in relation to the heterosexual counterparts, or engage with gay men more, tend to either have very little lives of their own/live their love lives through their gay counterparts/avoid straight men completely/are secretly in love with their gay counterparts. obviously this is an exaggeration, but not a gross one. look around at the fag hags around you (in cape town they are not difficult to spot. they are either dressed head to toe in fabulousity, linking arms with the GBF, drinking fancy cocktails, or are of the less than attractive variation- i am the former). but what is it about hanging out with gay men that makes it such an attractive option? why do so many of us choose them over the men we are supposed to procreate with (dont answer that!)
it came to me a while back when i was talking to one of my gbf (yes, i went there). i had recently been told by another gay man that i have way too many gay friends, which at first i brushed off and just attributed that comment to jealousy cos i wasnt hanging out with him all the time, but then it really got me to thinking about what it is that gets me excited when i see them out (jamie and i had to restrain ourselves when a couple walked into the attic. shit is real). why do i choose to hang out with a piece of fabulousity all night instead of working the room in the hopes of finding a potential vessel for relations? and someone, cant remember who, said to me once, 'its because you are afraid of the penis'. *gasp* i know, thats exactly what i did, and i proceeded to protest such a statement. but im a logical person, so i think about things, and i realised that he was on to something. and even upon explaining this to my gbf, he totally understood and was in agreement.
i realised that gay men offer you that security of being with a male, without the threat of the penis. this is not in fear of the actual penis, its what that penis means. relations. intimacy. being vulnerable. feelings. worries. butterflies. anxiety. questions. answers. you see where i am going with this? you get that male-female connection (to an extent ofcourse), but you know that it will never get to that point where questions need to be asked and answered, so you feel more relaxed and free. you dont have to deal with all that other bullshit that comes from interacting with the hetero male (in relation to the penis stuff, we arent here to bash the hetero male). why the fear is there is different from person to person (mine is part insecurity-based, and part, 'wtf do i do if he likes me back?'), but there is a fear nonetheless.
you dont have that competition that women have with one another, thereby you dont feel threatened by them. they tell you how awesome you are, and make you feel good about yourself. they protect you from the meanness of the hetero male.
but in order to progress, and deal with all those scary things regarding the penis, we need to stop hiding behind the gay man. need to stop (or at least reduce) using him as a comfort blanket, and actually throw caution to the wind. this isnt just me, this can be extrapolated to all the fag hags all over the world.
we are all fabulous and just need to believe it. looking for adoration from the gay man shouldnt be the only option. looking for acceptance from the gay man, shouldnt be the only option. looking to oneself for adoration and acceptance should be the only option.
and with that, to the GBF, thank you. you are fabulous! and i will see you this weekend for cocktails and perving! :) xxx
a thought regarding this 'fag hag' entered my mind last night. wikipedia defines the fag hag as, 'a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friend'. we all know one of these women, some of us are one of these women. yes, i am one of them. hello, im rabi..and...um...i..oh..amafaghag. wow, do i feel any better? i dont know? is this causing me to think about things? yes, it most certainly is.
now, i have many gay friends. i count a number of them amongst my closest friends actually. i am the girl who, at a party, will find the one gay man and stick to him like white on rice, even though there are a whole bunch of hot, straight men around. i am the girl who visits gay clubs so frequently, to the point where people recognise her there. i am the girl who gay men tell she has too many gay friends. and this is where my concern comes in.
i was with one of my fabulous gay friends the other day, and this girl came over to say hi (she knew him). they were talking about some or other closeted gay man, and then my buddy proceeded to tell me that she is a notorious fag hag. she smiled with pride. and then, unfortunately, the first thought that popped into my mind was (and i feel a bit ashamed saying this), 'im not surprised she turns to the gay population for male attention'. i know, its disgusting, but needs to be said in order to make my point later. and then i looked at myself.
i have noticed that women who tend to have many gay friends in relation to the heterosexual counterparts, or engage with gay men more, tend to either have very little lives of their own/live their love lives through their gay counterparts/avoid straight men completely/are secretly in love with their gay counterparts. obviously this is an exaggeration, but not a gross one. look around at the fag hags around you (in cape town they are not difficult to spot. they are either dressed head to toe in fabulousity, linking arms with the GBF, drinking fancy cocktails, or are of the less than attractive variation- i am the former). but what is it about hanging out with gay men that makes it such an attractive option? why do so many of us choose them over the men we are supposed to procreate with (dont answer that!)
it came to me a while back when i was talking to one of my gbf (yes, i went there). i had recently been told by another gay man that i have way too many gay friends, which at first i brushed off and just attributed that comment to jealousy cos i wasnt hanging out with him all the time, but then it really got me to thinking about what it is that gets me excited when i see them out (jamie and i had to restrain ourselves when a couple walked into the attic. shit is real). why do i choose to hang out with a piece of fabulousity all night instead of working the room in the hopes of finding a potential vessel for relations? and someone, cant remember who, said to me once, 'its because you are afraid of the penis'. *gasp* i know, thats exactly what i did, and i proceeded to protest such a statement. but im a logical person, so i think about things, and i realised that he was on to something. and even upon explaining this to my gbf, he totally understood and was in agreement.
i realised that gay men offer you that security of being with a male, without the threat of the penis. this is not in fear of the actual penis, its what that penis means. relations. intimacy. being vulnerable. feelings. worries. butterflies. anxiety. questions. answers. you see where i am going with this? you get that male-female connection (to an extent ofcourse), but you know that it will never get to that point where questions need to be asked and answered, so you feel more relaxed and free. you dont have to deal with all that other bullshit that comes from interacting with the hetero male (in relation to the penis stuff, we arent here to bash the hetero male). why the fear is there is different from person to person (mine is part insecurity-based, and part, 'wtf do i do if he likes me back?'), but there is a fear nonetheless.
you dont have that competition that women have with one another, thereby you dont feel threatened by them. they tell you how awesome you are, and make you feel good about yourself. they protect you from the meanness of the hetero male.
but in order to progress, and deal with all those scary things regarding the penis, we need to stop hiding behind the gay man. need to stop (or at least reduce) using him as a comfort blanket, and actually throw caution to the wind. this isnt just me, this can be extrapolated to all the fag hags all over the world.
we are all fabulous and just need to believe it. looking for adoration from the gay man shouldnt be the only option. looking for acceptance from the gay man, shouldnt be the only option. looking to oneself for adoration and acceptance should be the only option.
and with that, to the GBF, thank you. you are fabulous! and i will see you this weekend for cocktails and perving! :) xxx
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