Dear friends and interesting creatures,
Wεทchƴ¸.¸. ҉¨ Social Media Diva
My desire to be myself is greater than my need to fit in. This has both its positives and its negatives.
I am a mom blogger, a girl blogger, a sexual being blogger, a has been corporate slave blogger, a chronic illness blogger, a bi-polar blogger, a lover of books blogger, an ex-husband is gay blogger, a daughter blogger, a granddaughter blogger, a divorced blogger, an ex-wife blogger, a step-mom blogger, never been a bridesmaid blogger, a beauty salon lover blogger, a mom with teenagers blogger, an empty nest blogger, a consumer blogger, an entertainment blogger, a theatre loving blogger, a gay pride blogger, a South African blogger, a non conformist blogger, an unconventional family blogger – I hate being put in a box blogger – I have lived a life worth writing about in a big way… and one day I will. Just waiting for some folks to die first…
I have been blogging for roughly 18 years in many spaces and various place. I love wire art, Theatre productions and cupcakes. I enjoy Pinterest, Twitter, Face Book , Flickr and writing. I thrive on social media in any form. I love attending events, writing reviews and capturing the world in pictures. I did HNT for many years (… if you don’t know what HNT is, I am not going to explain, but you sure missed out. I am the Queen of self photography *smile*).
I adore the colour purple and when I love… I love BIG, so when I hurt, I hurt BIG… and for a bloody long time. I can cry like nobody’s business. Ugly face cries. I have some weirdo connection with the number 7, am addicted, enthusiastically in love with tattoos (I have had ink done twenty odd times thus far). I got my first tattoo in my 30’s … #14forever. To me, tattoos are a form of expression, as one can only stay in one skin so long before you need to decorate or remodel (hence I have nothing against plastic surgery – I am merely having an out of money experience). Tattoos are a socially acceptable form of self-mutilation, cutting and feeling the physical pain when emotional pain is overwhelming and in direct opposite, being so elated that the moment has to be captured in ink… it is telling a story…. I don’t expect everyone to understand. I dislike intensely to be told what I can, or cannot do or be. It pushes me away, bit by bit.
I love photography, worship Billy Connolly and intrigued by the words of Paulo Coelho, Anaïs Nin and Mae West. I love to laugh, but my heart hurts
VERY easily. My default emotion is anxiety. I find the big, bad, tattood All-Blacks doing the ‘haka’ very arousing, I adore winter with great passion. I don’t part easily with books.
I have administer a group called “Wenchy’s box of blessings”, for many years via e-mail, then on Yahoo, and eventually moved over to Face Book. I LOVE quotes. I have hundreds and it is never enough. I am a Gemini (but I don’t believe in astrology) with a personalised number plate because I am oulik like that. I love road trips and sex in unexpected and unconventional places. Apparently I am dead funny, when I’m not suicidal. Who knew? I don’t eat baked beans. I like sago pudding.
I enjoy going to the movies with popcorn and green slush….. but sitting in the wrong seat messes with my head. I love books that flirt with emotion, psychology and forensics. Am so thankful my daughter, Victoria is following beautifully in her mother’s love of books footsteps. I love my Kindle but there is still a certain pleasure in opening a book, the smell, touch…it’s unbelievably sensational.
I am not shy to admit I love country music, Judy Garland and Broadway musicals, I am a gay magnet…and I have zero gaydar. My favourite movie of all time is “Shirley Valentine”. Ian Von Memerty is the most gifted, extraordinary talent ever. I declare it so, and so it shall be. My favourite song is Ian Von Memerty’s version of “Mr Bojangles“. I cry. Loudly. I don’t know how to sniffle softly. Actually there are very few things I do softly.
I do not hug trees, I don’t care for re-cycling, my kids did not wear cloth nappies but I like the thought of slow dancing with the moon. I am fond of vodka, prescription medication (I don’t want to feel anxious nor pain) and water (still, never sparkling!). I also like Tequila and cocktails. I may be easy, but hell, I am not cheap. Then again, define easy… Not fond of beige.
I believe in fairies, compassion, empathy and second, third and maybe even fourth chances. I believe it is never too late for anything. I find Freud fascinating and normality to be over-rated. I have no time for racist crap, and making inappropriate generalised statements is one sure way to piss me off a great deal. I love South Africa with a deep passion. I don’t believe in luck.
I celebrate my birthday with a child-like excitement and only ever blow out 14 candles. I love weekends (or weeks…) in the country (room service style, none of this squatting in the bush nonsense). I don’t own a million pairs of shoes and I wear matching underwear (Yes, even if ONLY I know.)
I love my son, Kev doing Borat better than Borat, but hate Jewish jokes. Yes, I know. Contradiction. I love going for a bit of a walk, but am not fond of nature and much prefer walking in the urban jungle :) I hate camping. No man has made me want to sleep on dirt and get stung by insects and find it pleasurable.
I love the sexy smell of cherry cigars and whisky – but I don’t smoke, nor drink whisky. I enjoy erotic writing (Bring it on Mr. Grey) and while I am not fond of animals, I got my first pet, Baby Gaga at 37. Sadly she died of liver failure shortly after. Surprisingly all my children are still in tact.
I do love interesting creatures. I’m affectionate and loud, sometimes wise, sometimes ridiculous, funny and entertaining, unpredictable – while other times I prefer my own solitude. I am a coward in many ways and Brave Heart in others. I love Afrikaans, my mother tongue, although one must judge the music in isolation. I prefer going barefoot, chicken on a braai and am not fond of pasta salad or asparagus. I have HUGE issues with trust.
I brush my teeth multiple times a day, I have nothing against gay people but I draw the line at doing sheep…. I detest the word “bitch”. I love make-up and glitter is fabulous darling! I wear perfume (Angel by Thierry Mugler is my favourites)! In 41 years I have never paid for my own perfume. A tad surprising.
I detest one ply toilet paper, but it is better than nothing. I love proper serviettes and a pretty table setting. I colour my hair every second week as grey is simply not acceptable. I like matching colours on my fingers and toes (gelish) – or porn nails and purple toes. Unless I am broke. ;( Learning that stuff I own is just things – what really counts is what is inside and nobody can take it from me.
I have never done recreational drugs and never will. I never want to hear that I am not optimistic, do you have any idea how many times I have been married? Would help if I just date people instead of marrying them, but yet again, I am married. I have many (eight) children in my life, none living with me permanently. I will not be producing anymore children – ever.
I still wonder what the meaning of life is. I do have many passions, but as for the purpose? I don’t know. Basically? I’m unique. Just like everyone else.
I live a life of contradiction and terribly bourgeois.
I wish you enough,
“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”
– Kurt Cobain