It was 4:30am when the intercom in my dorm room interrupted my sleep: “Maroela is hier! Maroela is hier!” The distressed voice on the intercom was that of our primarius, the chief ranked member of the House Committee of our men’s residence, announcing the arrival of our arch-enemy residence, Maroela.Read More
Before that, for half of my adult life, whenever I found myself in seclusion with, and mutually attracted to another woman, we teetered on the edge of what could hardly be considered a complete sexual act.Read More
When I returned home I was struck by the reflection in the mirror. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. I was able to behold the reflection of this human being without any narratives of what he lacks or what he still needs to achieve. All I saw I was a biological miracle of a human being, staring back at me with bright eyes and an affectionate smile.Read More
Completely spellbound, I stepped out from the womb of the cathedral, back into my temporary tourist life. Underneath the night sky, on the piazza in front of the Notre-Dame, fire breathers entertained scores of tourists. I ambled among the crowds in search of my American brother-and-sister-from-another-mother.
A stout, dark figure appeared in front of me. He wore a black shirt, buttoned all the way up, throttling his neck, on an all-too-warm summer’s evening. Over his shirt he wore an elegant, black blazer and dark trousers. His large frame loomed over me.Read More
Late one Friday afternoon Suskia and I drove out to Sandy Bay, a secluded beach near Cape Town that remains unscathed to this day, bulwarked against man’s imperious hands by two towering peaks…Read More
The sky's ablaze with amber gold and tangerine zeal. The unwieldy ocean mass eagerly awaits its union with the crimson orb suspended in the sky.
Scores of humans are gathered to witness this intimate dance…Read More