Ink_&_Metal matters
“The true poem is the poet’s mind.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
“If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.” — J.F Kennedy
As i journey on, the discoveries are educational… In a non-intrusive way…
Let me kiss your lips, while you warm my ears with your inner thighs…
When i was born, my mom was busy with her school exams, which led to me having to forfeit breast milk and being raised by my granny’s older sister. So yes, i know not how breast milk tastes. Somehow i wonder if my addiction to boobies and full cream milk was caused by this.
A week ago, i went to a massage palour, got topless, climbed on the bed and shut my eyes. I think i blanked out my surroundings, because the touch of warm oil on my bare back was by far, more sensual than a kiss i had received earlier. How can such a notable feeling be unGodly? Yes devoted christians, i’m asking you. The woman’s hands, warmer than the oil came into contact with my skin; i let out a sigh that made her pause for a while. I always say, if i didn’t have a 9-5, i’d love women for a living. My sexuality is part of me, it’s not who i am. Before we get to my sexual interests, i am much more. A grandchild, a daughter, niece, sister, cousin, aunt, colleague, employee, friend, lover, enemy, citizen…. Then, i’m lesbian.
Shoes can make or break an outfit. Trust me, i know what i’m talking about. Take it from these three fashion gurus. Best dressed Khaya, renowned photographer Neo and the Dr with style Dulcy. Simplicity, well fitted. | YES
Well dressed people and well accessorized outfits make my heart smile. MBFW during Thula Sindi’s show. Caroline wore hard leather, a sensual top and gold for class. The balance is just sexy
For the love of colour
Joburg culture is intrusive. You get to a club, pay for a bottle to get a table (not all of us want to stand and dance all night). The most bizarre moment happens when the club manager “politely” walks up to you to ask if you’d mind sharing a table. The alcohol in your system prompts you to agree to share; bare in mind that when sober, i was going to say NO. Then when the crowd that needs accommodation pulls through, they look like they were waiting for a train to Polokwane at Park Station… That time i’m dressed to the nines, not due to vanity but because presentation is key in my line of work.