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

Remember me?
So I know I've been a complete stranger. Do you know how many times I've logged onto the blog and even clicked "New Post" and not gone any further? Work really has a horrible way of interfering with my online activities. You know, really...Annnnnyyyywaaaayyy... I'm here, I'm back and have lots to tell...I turned closer to 40 without huge fanfare, and without my butt dropping to the floor. I did think that this was they year my anatomy would give in to it's war with gravity, and waited for the plunge at the stroke of midnight. All is well and my butt is as perky as ever... Ahem...It's also the first year that I never woke up to presents. Serio

Birthday continued
We have what some consider to be a strange arrangement in our family. As soon as a birthday looms we are required to produce a list of things we want (within a reasonable price range) and send it out so that the siblings and parental types know what to buy. I understand the logic, but I always hope that they'd think of something that's not on the list.I remember one year I was told how someone had taken something back (that I would have loved) because it wasn't on the list. So now I try make my list as thorough as possible, but end up looking greedy. So I'm in a catch 22 of sorts. I love getting gifts (you may have noticed there are only 12 more sleeps) and I love birthdays, so

A gay day
I received a mail this morning, which is no reason to write a post on this blog, but this mail really caught my eye. It was sent from an organiser of Joburg Pride (which is a day when gay people walk through the streets proclaiming their existence, and often dressed in ways that they would never normally be seen). I think South Africans know that gay people exist. After all, we have that afrikaans gentleman doing makeovers on TV, and there is no way in hell anyone thinks he's straight. And, then of course, there's the nutsman...Annnnnyyywaaaaaaaaaayyyy...I got the mail and it was advertising a movie premiere where we could see a movie (a whole bunch of gays piled int