Chicks before dicks. Sisters before misters. Breasticles before testicles. Whichever one you choose the message is the clear — one doesn’t ditch their mates in order to get their pussy wet. If you have read my tales you may have noticed that during festivals, or life in general, I don’t exactly follow this ethic. When… Continue reading BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Before setting out on this journey I was in a state of doing, a state of achieving: complete two years of career work so you look stable on your resume, save up enough money to go away, and try to find a man to nourish your sexual and emotional desires while working. I’d discuss my… Continue reading Wings
Lovers — I can’t seem to get the idea out of my mind. I want to be a lover, I want to have a lover. But lovers aren’t necessarily singular. Take Zimbabwia, we’ve been to six countries now and she’s had a lover in five (go girl). So if I’m going to learn to be… Continue reading The Challenges of African Dancing: Part 2 — The Challenges of Lovers
When I travelled to India it was the imbalance between men and women challenged me. When I lived in Sweden it was the conservative nature of the people that challenged me. This is what I love about travelling. I love my perception of ‘normal’ to be challenged, to have my boundaries pushed and continue to… Continue reading The Challenges of African Dancing