Dear friends and interesting creatures,
My desire to be myself is greater than my need to fit in. This has both its positives and its negatives.
I am a mom blogger, a girl blogger, a sexual being blogger, a has been corporate slave blogger, a chronic illness blogger, a bi-polar blogger, an ex-husband is gay blogger, a daughter blogger, a granddaughter blogger, a divorced blogger, an ex step-mom blogger, never been a bridesmaid blogger, a beauty salon lover blogger, a mom with teenagers blogger, an empty nest blogger, a consumer blogger, an entertainment blogger, a theatre loving blogger, a gay pride blogger, a South African blogger, a non conformist blogger, an unconventional family blogger - I hate being put in a box blogger - I have lived a life worth writing about in a big way… and one day I will. Just waiting for some folks to die first…
I have been blogging for roughly 17 years in many spaces and various place.I love wire art and cupcakes. I enjoy Pinterest, Twitter, Face Book and writing. I thrive on social media in any form. I love attending functions, writing reviews and capturing the world in pictures. I did HNT for many years (…and if you don’t know what HNT is, I am not going to explain, but you sure missed out. I am the Queen of self photography *smile*).
I adore the colour purple and when I love…… I love BIG, so when I hurt, I hurt BIG… and for a bloody long time. I can cry like nobody’s business. Ugly face cries. I have some weirdo connection with the number 7, am addicted, enthusiastically in love with tattoos (I have had ink done twenty odd times thus far). I got my first tattoo in my 30′s … #14forever. To me, tattoos are a form of expression, as one can only stay in one skin so long before you need to decorate or remodel (hence I have nothing against plastic surgery – I am merely having an out of money experience). Tattoos are a socially acceptable form of self mutilation, cutting and feeling the physical pain when emotional pain is overwhelming and in direct opposite, being so elated that the moment has to be captured in ink… it is telling a story…. I don’t expect everyone to understand.
I love photography, worship Billy Connolly and intrigued by the words of Paulo Coelho, Anaïs Nin and Mae West. I love to laugh, but my heart hurts
VERY easily. My default emotion is anxiety. I find the big, bad, tattood All-Blacks doing the ‘haka’ very arousing, I adore the theatre with great passion. I don’t part easily with books.
I have administer a group called “Wenchy’s box of blessings”, for many years via e-mail, then on Yahoo, and eventually moved over to Face Book. I LOVE quotes. I have hundreds and it is never enough. I am a Gemini (but I don’t believe in astrology) with a personalised number plate because I am oulik like that. I love road trips and sex in unexceptional and unconventional places. Apparently I am dead funny, when I’m not suicidal. Who knew? I don’t eat beans.
I enjoy going to the movies with popcorn and green slush….. but sitting in the wrong seat messes with my head. I love books that flirt with emotion, psychology and forensics. Am so thankful my daughter, Victoria is following beautifully in her mothers footsteps. I love my Kindle but there is still a certain pleasure in opening a book, the smell, touch…it’s unbelievably sensational.
I am not shy to admit I love country music, Judy Garland and Broadway musicals, I am a gay magnet…and I have zero gaydar. My favourite movie of all time is “Shirley Valentine”. Ian Von Memerty is the most gifted, extraordinary talent ever. I declare it so, and so it shall be. My favourite song is Ian Von Memerty’s version of “Mr Bojangles“. I cry. Loudly. I don’t know how to sniffle softly. Actually there are very few things I do softly.
I do not hug trees, I don’t care for re-cycling, my kids did not wear cloth nappies but I like the thought of slow dancing with the moon. I am fond of vodka, prescription medication (I don’t want to feel anxious nor pain) and water (still, never sparkling!). I also like Tequila and cocktails. I may be easy, but hell, I am not cheap. Then again, define easy…. Not fond of beige.
I believe in fairies, compassion, empathy and second, third and maybe even fourth chances. I believe it is never too late for anything. I find Freud fascinating and normality to be over-rated. I have no time for racist crap, and making inappropriate generalised statements is one sure way to piss me off a great deal. I love South Africa with a deep passion. I don’t believe in luck.
I celebrate my birthday with a child-like excitement and only ever blow out 14 candles. I love weekends (or weeks…) in the country (room service style, none of this squatting in the bush nonsense). I don’t own a million pairs of shoes and I wear matching underwear (Yes, even if ONLY I know.)
I love my son, Kev doing Borat better than Borat, but hate Jewish jokes. Yes, I know. Contradiction. I love going for a bit of a walk, but am not fond of nature and much prefer walking in the urban jungle :) I hate camping. No man has made me want to sleep on dirt and get stung by insects and find it pleasurable.
I love the sexy smell of cherry cigars and whisky – but I don’t smoke, nor drink whisky. I enjoy erotic writing (Bring it on Mr. Grey) and while I am not fond of animals, I got my first pet, Baby Gaga at 37. Sadly she died of liver failure shortly after. Surprisingly all my children are still in tact.
I do love interesting creatures. I’m affectionate and loud, sometimes wise, sometimes ridiculous, funny and entertaining, unpredictable – while other times I prefer my own solitude. I am a coward in many ways and Brave Heart in others. I love Afrikaans, my mother tongue, although one must judge the music in isolation. I prefer going barefoot, chicken on a braai and am not fond of pasta salad or baked beans. I have HUGE issues with trust.
I brush my teeth multiple times a day, I have nothing against gay people but I draw the line at doing sheep…. I detest the word “bitch”. I love make-up and glitter is fabulous darling! I wear perfume (Angel by Thierry Mugler is my favourites)! In 40 years I have never paid for my own perfume. A tad surprising.
I detest one ply toilet paper, but it is better than nothing. I love proper serviettes and a pretty table setting. I colour my hair every second week as grey is simply not acceptable. I like matching colours on my fingers and toes (gelish) - or porn nails and purple toes. Unless I am broke. ;( Learning that stuff I own is just things – what really counts is what is inside and nobody can take it from me.
I have never done recreational drugs and never will. I never want to hear hat I am not optimistic, do you have any idea how many times I have been married? Would help if I just date people instead of marrying them. I have many children in my life, none living with me permanently. I will not be producing anymore children – ever.
I still wonder what the meaning of life is. I do have many passions, but as for the purpose? I don’t know. Basically? I’m unique. Just like everyone else.
I live a life of contradiction and terribly bourgeois.
I wish you enough,
“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”
- Kurt Cobain