Thursday 30 October 2014

Eye see me...

EYE see...
Buck teeth,
Muffin top,
Thunder thighs,
Thunder thighs with cellulite,
Eye see...
Flabby tummy,
Ugly finger nails,
Saggy butt...
Weak,
Desperate,
Never good enough,
Lacking empathy,
A cold hearted bitch,


I see... I see.. I see....

Greatness,
Loyalty,
Lust,
Love,
Discovery,
Acceptance,
Queer,
Pride,
Sarcasm,
Wit,
Kindness,
Gratitude,
Empathy,
Flawed,
Beautifully Broken...
What my EYE see,
What I see,
Two different things,
How I see me...
                                                                                                                                       Now
I cannot trade for the world.
EYE may not love me,
                                                                                                                                     But
                      I LOVE ME!!!!

Internalized Homophobia


ho·mo·pho·bi·a
ˌhōməˈfōbēə/
noun: homophobia
 dislike of or prejudice against homosexual people.
This is not a blog about heteronormative homophobia.

I have been closeted for most of my life. I came out last year but what has been my focal point of late is why it took me so long. Minus the obvious societal, religious stigma the thing that struck me the most was that I did not come out because of my own internalized homophobia.

Internalized homophobia simply stated is self prejudice because you are gay. You dislike yourself for being gay and therefore translates to hatred for the queer family as a whole.

Being gay for me was synonymous with lots of heartache, depressed feelings and a general lack of freedom, freedom from myself. I have been reading lots of articles lately on internalized homophobia and the impact it has not only to you but to the rest of the queer community.

I remember the first time a friend of mine came out and the reaction to his coming out was nothing less than a disaster. I was part of the hazing and bullying and eventual ex communication from the "circle." At the time it did not occur to me that prejudice against myself caused me not to speak up and defend him. It only pushed me further into the closet.

Internalized homophobia caused me to never want to be seen or be heard to be around queer folk. I developed weird dodgy behavior of having two sets of friends, hetero group and homo group, and this two groups could never meet, not even if my life depended on it. I could never publicly go to queer parties because I truly hated the fact that I was gay. It bothered me more than you can imagine.

I was what people will stereotype as butch in my first year of campus but the moment people began associating me with a known dyke in campus, I quickly transformed into a 'femme' so that I could straight act, so that nobody could associate me with being queer. I had so many relationships with men, just so that people could label me straight and not for a second confused me with a dyke. I went to extreme lengths to cover up my gay vyb just because of internalized homophobia. I had several relationships, flings, hook ups with ladies but not even my closet friends could suspect. The most I was to them was bi curious or a LUG(lesbian until graduation).

I have in the past one and a half years come a long way. I assumed that once I publicly come out (which I did shit drunk...btw!!!lol) that my internalized homophobia would automatically disappear. It only became worse, because coming out meant that I had more and more queer folk around me. It has taken a lot of self acceptance to eradicate for the most part my own internalized homophobia. Chilling with my queer peeps has become extremely easy, I now introduce them to my hetero friends, I am no longer ashamed of myself and the queer community by extension.

The irony is that, being around queer folk or rather openly gay people in my country has pushed me off that self hatred tangent. Being around people who are open and proud to be gay has helped me a whole lot. I wish I could give them a shout out here but that is outting, I do not out people. Just know that you were extremely pivotal in my self discovery journey and I will always be grateful.

That being said, internalized homophobia is real and far much worse than heteronormative homophobia. Self hatred and prejudice can cripple you, it sucks the life out of you and in turn the queer community. It takes away from freedom of self and stifles self expression. I still have a shit long way to go in my self discovery journey. But I can attest to the fact that it gets easier, it indeed does get better.

Wednesday 22 October 2014

Supergirl

You can tell by the way
She walks that she's my girl
You can tell by the way she talks she rules the world
You can see in her eyes that no one is her Chief
She's my girl my Super girl

And then she'd say it's OK I got lost on the way
But I'm a Super girl and Super girls don't cry
And then she'd say its all right I got home late last night
But I'm a Super girl and Super girls just fly

Lyrics of Supergirl by Raemonn

Tuesday 21 October 2014

Sexual Healing...

Something veeeery strange has been happening to me over the past two months.
It is worrying because now I cannot get it out of my head.
I need to get laid people....Like on the real though, I need some good old fashioned sex.

Let me back track this a little bit. For most of this year I have been in a relationship so that goes to demonstrate that I have been getting consistent sex...right?..right!!!!
But this past months the dry spell I am in, has a fucking dry spell. It's so bad that any moving body with lady parts automatically triggers a sexual thought. By sexual thought I mean down right raunchy, rough, kinky, push panties to the side, swing from the fucking roof type of sex.

Fast forward to today and I have in the recent past been in two situations where I could have gotten the sex that I have described above but my dear people all I have been left with is cuddling. I even had to ask my friend if I give off teddy bear vybs. Like how do you just want to cuddle.... I am dry spelling people...cuddling is in fact the last thing on my mind.

A few days ago I am having a conversation with a friend of mine who was describing how painful her ankle tattoo process was. Yes!! Yes! we humans of body ink will definitely sympathize with her. But here is were things got interesting. She proceeded to tell me how she put her hands in her pants and started to touch herself. "That pain-pleasure feel," she said. The look on her face as she was describing her orgasm...damn!!!now I want to get my eighth piece of body art while touching myself.

Today, I am reading a blog where the writer describes a time she fainted by her tenth orgasm....like jesus fucking christ dude...I also want to faint after ten orgasms...lol!!! And then as I type this blog I am listening to Dan Savage and those who know him, he speaks sex only...sigh!!!

Moral of the blog...this dyke right here needs to get laid.

Happy One Hundreth!!!

When I first began this blog i never in my wildest dreams thought I would make it to one hundred entries.
Nothing philosophical just plain old self doubt and laziness...

This has been a good ride though...

I have had my rant filled days,
Happy days,
Smitten days,
Fall in love days,
Heart break days,
Politically incorrect days,
My down right meh!days,

I want to thank all the 950 persons who have peeped my blog....


"...writing, knowing in part that no matter how trivial your words may seem, someday somewhere, someone may risk his or her life to read them."

Monday 6 October 2014

Heartbreak and Happiness....

Pain demands to be felt...
Pain demands to be felt...
Pain demands to be felt...
Pain demands to be felt
Pain demands to be felt
Pain demands to be felt



it must be madness, the way
we let things devour us. the
way we let the things we want
out, back in.

and the horror of it all is,
we stay attracted to everything
that hurts. we cling to it
and never really learn to let go.

so perhaps we do want happiness
but we also desire to keep the pain close.
close enough to define us
and close enough to make us feel
a little less cold.

r.m. drake

Dyke Culture

So I wasn't going to write about this. I wanted to yesterday but once I woke up, I was like whatevs it's never that serious....

So I am trolling through my Facebook and come across a blogger who did a "review" of a party I was at on Saturday. It was a queer party and by queer I mean 98% of the crowd was female. It was refreshing but full of culture shock. I don't know why but large groups of lesbians intimidates the life out of me. So I am there, sipping my lager and scooping the crowd...

I don't really know what I expected, or what exactly I was looking for on Saturday but I came out feeling some type of way about the Dyke Culture in my city.

Don't get it twisted, I did not expect women to come up to me and throw their panties in my face. No, I have esteem but I am not corky about my women landing capabilities. I am pretty but still I have to put work in my lady game...shit!I digress.

So I am there sipping my beer and all I could feel was extremely out of place. There is a tendency in the dyke world to be in clicks. These clicks scream "YOU CANNOT SIT WITH US..." It seems like these are deep rooted gangs friendships and getting in seems a tad dramatic for me. The blogger's point of view was just that, her talking about her excitement to meet particular "celebrity dykes", her drooling about the click-like dyke culture. I have no problem with that but there are so many of us out there, just because we do not do gangs clicks doesn't mean we are less gay.

Anyway!!aside from the fact that the party was on full turn up mode. I couldn't help but feel out of place.
My bottom line is, we are all queer, we are the fucking minority but for the minority to form sub-clicks and make people like me feel like I cannot sit with you is fucked up. I will not lose sleep over it but my expectation of fitting in the dyke culture is not existent.

P.S. This may come off jaded...that's because it is...