I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg
I showed my dad a tote bag today that says “I fucking love Joburg‘ and he laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. But I do love Joburg. Especially my hood. I just walked the streets, took in the beautiful … Continue reading I fucking love Joburg
I know I’m lacking in sleep or something because today I cried when a Bowie song came on the radio, cried when I read about a lost dog and god I hope they find him, and cried watching the news coming out of Syria. I … Continue reading Sob
‘I think you should go left here?’ I said to Frederika. ‘I donno, it’s not really a road is it, maybe we should go back, find the right road?’ ‘Julie did say the road was bad, she didn’t say this bad, ugh take the left, … Continue reading Julie, what were you thinking?
I just want to tell a story about my son who got lost yesterday while driving a little out of Johannesburg. His phone died and he had no clue where he was but he was helped by guys at the BP Garage, then the Shell … Continue reading A story about my Son, Shell, BP, Caltex and Engen.
Last night I was invited to a food tasting and did a terrible job at hiding my Food Imposter Syndrome. I love eating food but I don’t know much about describing it. Plus I cannot tell the difference between cumin and coriander, I find amuse-bouche … Continue reading Lucky Bean, Melville.
So my god I have just had the best sex and it was unbelievable and he knew these amazing positions and what to do, how does he know, so good, soaked, wet, sweaty, dripping, my breasts, my thighs, sticky, disgusting, delicious, dirty, coming, again, lights flashing, stuff in my hair, on my face, my cheeks, my hands, more lights flashing, Violet what is that, Violet, god yes, more, Violet, stop, something going on, my cunt, what, no, Jesus Christ the security company, Johannesburg, crime, violence, security, I want to come, I left the gate open, don’t ever leave the gate open in Johannesburg, ever, oh god, no no, yes, a mess, soaking, pulling on clothes, god damn, yes, ‘Everything okay Ma’am?’ and ‘Yes, yes good, thanks, sorry, shit’ Johannesburg, a terrible ending, a perfect ending, this fucking city, this goddamn fucking city.
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