What does it matter?

This past weekend I was at a school dance for Valentines day and it was wonderful. Mostly because I was having fun with my friends on some music and just over all enjoying myself. And it was about to get better.

About an hour into the dance a very good friend of mine was gracious enough to borrow me her high heels. And so the fun began. For those out there that do not know me, I'm a gay teen. And I'm horrified of drag <as in pee my pants scared>. But I absolutely LOOOOOOOVE high heels or platforms or boots or pretty much any shoe (gender specifications are irrelevant). And so, to the surprise of my friends I was dancing along in heels better than most of the girls could.

The real rouble came afterwards when I actually started receiving people's opinions. Some of my friends were excited to see me get out of my shell and laughed along to the fun we were having. Those were the reactions that I appreciated most. Others just laughed and shook their heads. Some of the kids only stared. Unfortunately there were those of that had called themselves my friends but had reacted with things like "What the hell are you doing in a GIRL's shoes." or later "I'm glad to see that you finally got out of those ladies' shoes." These comments stung most since they came from people whose opinions I hold dear. And they had unfortunately disappointed horribly. And why? Because they did not want to be associated with a boy who breaks society's rules by wearing heels to a dance?

Why does it have to matter when a guy enjoys wearing heels or platforms. If that's how he gets his confidence boost or truly expresses himself then let him be and be thankful for the fact that he doesn't use make-up or tattoos to express himself. Or that he doesn't feel the need to use Shrooms, Drugs or Alcohol to express himself.

I guess I'm using myself as a metaphor here. Accept people, even with their strange preferences. Because ultimately we are all striving to be accepted.

Wednesday state of mind

Firstly, I'm posting for my second time in 24 hours, after not having posted for almost a month. What just happened??

Now on to the main reason I am blogging. As per usual I woke up at 5:45 am this morning Tuesday 07 February. Except unlike any other morning  my brain had decided that it was Wednesday... And so the trouble began.

Wednesday is NOT my favourite day. It's smack bang in the middle of the week, meaning my enthusiasm has just run out and I am now starting to get very tired, with no happiness for the week ahead. It is also the day on which our maid (NOTE: not SLAVE!!!) has her off day. SO I have to do everything, meaning that I have to clean everything after cooking everything and do everything. (including repeating those tasks for my 15 ear old brother...)

As if this wasn't enough, my mind kept reminding me of the fact that it was today Wednesday and I planned everything around the fact that tomorrow would be Thursday and that Tuesday had somehow magically avoided my notice...

So I came up with a few absolutely ridiculous theories for my condition:

1) I dreamt of having "Tuesday" and thus "experienced" an entire extra day in my dreams.

2) I was drunk last night. So drunk that I never even remember drinking. So the hangover must have caused the mixed dates.

3) And my favourite one: I was abducted by aliens, experienced a whole other day and was brought back in time :)

Either way, it's a problem we all have and we do enjoy them, no matter how frustrating. It just goes to show how powerful our minds can be!

Cheers :)

Trending ?_?

SO to those of you who know, I don't have to explain this blog. but there are those that do not know me. I'm a fashion and design junkie! so i love keeping up with international trends.

So i was watching showbiz report with my notebook and pencil, ready for the year ahead. And the presenter well he presented. "The Trends are luxurious. we will be seeing a lot of feathers and fur."












and i almost fell right over onto my back. excuse me while i puke on this fluffy trend. THEY DON"T WORK! especially not in a hot country like ours

Recently i was chatting with my friend when she suddenly caused a revelation in my eyes. we keep trying to incorporate European or American trends here and thye don't work. you know why? cause we are different from them all we love being oursleves and that's the point! let's start our own SA Fashion Revolution (Preferably on Some hot Weges ;))