Sunday, February 27, 2011


“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love heterosexuals. It’s just that they need more supervision.” 

~Lynn Lavner

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I’ve stumbled upon a few pictures and I am disturbed. You know how college can be exciting and people tend to experiment and stuff. Think Hollywood college movies. It astounds me how Ugandans my age try very hard to replicate whatever they see on their TV screens, in this case I mean straight girls dabbling in lesbianism. A couple of people I know are starting to get into the whole ‘I kissed a girl’ craze, Ugandan girls. I do not want to be misunderstood, I do not mean to contradict myself in saying lesbianism is an American thing or is not Ugandan, I’m trying to say straight girls dabbling in lesbianism is an American-college thing. I blame Hollywood, and I blame that hypocritical b**ch Katy Perry.

The scenario of straight girls making out at parties for the sake of mimicking pop culture puts me off because I feel it only serves to satisfy the fantasies of sleazy straight boys. If you’re not lesbian, do not kiss a girl! Period!!! I would find it equally off-putting if it was straight guys doing it instead for the females’ enjoyment. Plus it really does nothing for our cause. Seriously, what do these girls think it’s doing for them, making them look edgy? It should be no different from people misusing Prozac. It has somewhat become trendy for people, mostly in the first world, to say they’re on Prozac…what does that say to people that are actually using the drug for real treatment. (For the over-thinkers, no, I’m not equating lesbianism to depression. Try getting the drift.) I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t even kiss in private; I bet it’s all for pleasing the men…way to go, sending the feminist movement twenty years behind. Straight men will never lock lips however much their female friends beg. These women!...and then they’ll come crying to us, the ‘gay best friends’ when the men tell them to stay in the kitchen and stick to what they do best.

It seems kind of arrogant to me for someone to deliberately immerse himself or herself in homosexual behavior just for fun or for laughs when at that very moment somewhere in a Johannesburg Township a woman is being stabbed or “correctively raped” for being the very thing they make a mockery of. Or perhaps it’s just the fact that I have a general dislike for straight boys these days…I mean, they over estimate their attractiveness, constantly think we’re out to get them, so anything that would make them sexually excited I seek to stomp out promptly. Next time I see straight girls make-out at a party, with testosterone pumping Neanderthals cheering on and watching in amazement, I’m throwing a shoe at their interlocked lips! Call me Jack Buzz-Kill.

Friday, February 4, 2011


A lot has happened in the last week. I have gained weight, grown facial hair and I have been hurled through the air and dropped into a totally different culture and economy. Yes I left for college, and I’ve been here for a few days. Its beautiful here; totally diverse place, so many people. The parties are to die for! Still I won’t say I don’t have problems adjusting, there’s the weather, new people, the lack of Boda Bodas to deal with. But hey, that’s college for you, starting over. Despite the minor setbacks, I’ve been having the time of my life…until the flu hit me yesterday; what a drag. And no, no special guys yet, but there’s plenty of eye candy, responsive eye candy for a change. For once in my life I feel like I could actually date someone and walk down the street with him hand in hand, the ocean roaring in support in the background. I just have to make that happen now.

I apologise for the sketchy post, I’m struggling with flu and headache…darn weather changes! I’m actually afraid that I might not write quality blogs anymore now that I’m gonna be busy with schedules and all, but I guess we’ll see where this college thing takes us.

College Kid.