silence
The last three months have been really strange for me. I've alluded to it in some of my previous posts and this morning I really felt the need to write about it. Let's call it another attempt at catharsis. I feel like I got a bit "lost" over the last few months. It started with some testing issues that I can't go into, but the breaking point came when Barry died. Somehow, and I had no idea it was happening at the time, the way I saw the world began to shift. Not in a "life is so unfair and I want to die" kind of way. Just a real sadness and a sense that my picture of the way we are expected to live our lives is different to t

Two weeks, I notice...
Once again it's been a manic two weeks. I edit a political bi-annual publication that went to print on Monday and, gawd, has it been consuming. That all said, I do find it interesting to work on. Before this I was the kind of guy who know more about Helen Zille's botox than I did about policy, but things have shifted now. I'm meeting the heads of the country, sometimes even being called by them on the phone and getting to hear them speak about their way forward in South Africa. Stimulating stuff, I tell ya...My free time, though, has been filled with my new favourite pastime - Singstar. I don't know why people go out when they can just stay inside on warm sunny days and sing in

It's just phase...
I have been going through a rather odd phase. some may say it's an age thing. I choose not to believe those evil, evil people. Some may say it's the moon's cycle. I choose to slap people like that. Some may say, it's just what happens - we go through phases. Makes far more sense.Well before you think this is a post that's not about me, let me expand.Bad choice of words, because that's the first phase I'm in - one of expansion. When my 20-year high school reunion (insert scream here) was announced, I decided to make sure I looked as pretty as possible and started a vigorous gym regime. I joined the gorilla's in the pit and flung my three-kilo dumbbells around with th

Where was I?
You probably think I've been in hiding? Or sunning my gay skin in some little resort on the Mediterranean. Maybe you think I've been on some silent retreat getting to know the inner beatings of my ego. Maybe you think I've been up all night burning the midnight oil as I studied the ways of the world and got familiar with nuclear physics.Well, you'd be wrong.I've been lazy.And busy...Well, with what you might ask...Where to start. Would you believe me if I told you I was busy meeting the President instead of blogging? I was actually. Spent a day waiting to see him and ten minutes shaking his hand and watching him chat to people more

Gay Pride and the God Delusion
Now you all know by now that I'm not a big fan of gay pride. I don't like walking through the streets of a city announcing that I'm gay while I wear something ridiculous. It's a day when we ask to be taken seriously and look like a really weird mob. And, it's a day when we ask people to treat us as equals and go out of way to look different.I know not everyone agrees with me, but that's okay - we're all entitled to our opinions.I would be more comfortable if we called it something like mardi gras, and we took to the streets inviting anyone who wanted to have fun (or wear a boa in public). Pride has a political connotation, and I'm not sure I like that. If we wanted t