I say, 'over time' because from what I've read of the the life of the Prophet PBUH, his approach to matters of sexuality and sex was forthright. His legacy was not our special Muslim brand of faux modesty that has evolved into mislaid coquetry.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Friday, September 05, 2014
At 3 am this morning, I found myself lying awake in bed, thinking of laughter. Of how it tastes. Wanted to get out of bed and write. But it was cold. Better late than never, innit?
Thursday, August 21, 2014
If you’re a Facebooker you've probably stumbled across the Gratitude Challenge, if not participated in it yourself.
It’s been interesting, reading how many different ways people can say: I’m thankful to be Alive.
When the delightful Azra tagged me, I considered doing it. Then chickened out because I’m not in a very thankful space right now (shameful, I know).
But now I’m ready. And instead of posting three things daily to Facebook, I’ve decided that this Gratitude Challenge deserves, at the very least, a blog post. So here goes:
I’m really thankful for toilet paper.
Ask any poor sod who’s found themselves in a loo, woefully bereft of, at the very least, single ply, just how big a blessing toilet paper is?
Along that same vein, I’m thankful; for sanitary pads and panty liners. And when the kids were younger, disposable nappies. It’s these little things that preserve our dignity.
I’m thankful for puddles.
Not the kind that are fun to stomp in after a rainy day, but the walking, talking kind. Because it is equally possible to see yourself in a deep, still pool as it is to see yourself in a puddle. So to all those shallow, vain folk out there, thank you for being so…puddly. You’re fabulous daaaahlings!
As for people who are like seething oceans, well…they’re best avoided. I’m thankful for the wisdom to know this.
I’m super thankful for indoor plumbing.
Aging means that your own plumbing isn’t as…uhm… watertight as it once was. 2 AM urgent pees are so much better now that the loos are practically in our bedrooms.
I’m thankful for technology.
How else would we measure the trajectory of our own spectacular decline into total failure if we didn’t have all these radiant, I’m-so-fucking-awesome-how-come-I’m-merely-human people to compare ourselves to?
I’m thankful for tastebuds.
Without them we’d have no foodies. Can you even BEGIN to imagine the horror of a foodie free existence? Can you?
I’m thankful for feet. Just thinking how absolutely empty my Instagram feed would be without people’s feet, shod in a zillion different shoes, is enough to make me weep. By the same token, I’m thankful for heads (think hijaabs) and hands. They add such variety to my Instagram feed.
I’m also very thankful for coffee. Again, an Instagram life changer.
I'm thankful for laaities who think they're all that and therefore you MUST be into them just because you added an emoji to your last conversation :) They do wonders for the ego.
I’m grateful for illusion.
Without it we’d have no imagined reality.
I’m grateful for forgetfulness.
Though I imagine that if God forbid, I should end up like my mum with Alzheimer’s, I’d be less than grateful for this.
I’m thankful for boobs and nipples and basically all the human bits that make sex so much fun.
I’m also thankful that I can say this without fear of censure.
I’m thankful for words.
Their existence and their absence.
I’m thankful for thankfulness.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
He comes to me as the day begins to breathe its last, his smile, like birth. There is a mole above his right eye. A period that completes the sentence of his brows.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Since the beginning of the Genocide in Gaza, aka operation Protective Edge, 1865 (492 children, 243 women, 79 elderly) have been killed, 9563 (2877 children, 1853 women, 374 elderly) have been injured. All on the Palestinian side.
There have been marches all around the world protesting Israel's relentless assault on an imprisoned population. The Israeli propaganda machine churning all sorts of insanity, much of which has been lapped up by mainstream media. Calls went out in SA for our government to expel the Israeli Ambassador. Our president is now in the US, promising he’ll do no such thing, proving (as I suspected all along) that the ANC’s pro Palestinian stance is mere white noise being made to appease the now Boycotting Woolworths Mostly Slumous Masses.
In this last month I have seen more Palestinian keffiyehs on South Africans than I've ever seen on Gazans in the heart breaking images that have filled my feeds on all social media platforms. Often accompanied by designer eye-wear and/or expensive looking outfits. And I've wondered..
What follows is parody.