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  • Felicia Anonymous (from David's Very Short Novels)

    Tell it to me any way you like but don’t stop talking. Please. I hear what I need to hear. We’ll make a deal. I’ll dunk this misshapen donut into this bad coffee and chew on this cigarette and not get drunk for an hour. And not talk back. I’ll thank my precious life for the sound of your voice; meanwhile, you tell your version of the story we all know all too well. What a lousy chair this is. I’d like to put it and its short leg through a window. But that would be wrong. It wouldn’t show the gratitude I feel. And anyway, rooms like these don’t have windows for the same reason bars don’t have windows. Oh, Felicia. Each day is more exhausting than the day before, then you get up and say your name and what you are and talk. Outside, we do nothing but get in each other’s way, you and me and all the others; here we sit in neat rows and face in the same direction, looking at you to help us in your turn. Hi, Felicia. You tell your stupid story of how you stupidly complicate your stupid problems, too stupid to see you cause them yourself and I swear on my life one more time that coming here is worse than any other problem I have and that I’ll never be back. And then I come back. If the meetings were held upstairs, Felicia, I’d have to go somewhere else, but in the basement at least there are no icons and we take our turns on the cross. I may have turned a corner, Felicia. The stupid things you say are starting to sound like the stupid things I say. Maybe I’m not the smartest drunk in the room.

    Copyright © March 02, 2008 David Hodges

    Felicia Anonymous « Very Short Novels

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  • Funny joke, but…

    A woman has an affair during the day while her husband is at work. Her nine-year-old son comes home unexpectedly, sees the illegal lovers and hides in the bedroom cupboard to watch. Then the woman’s husband unexpectedly comes home.

    She hides her lover in the cupboard, not realizing that her little boy is in there already.
    The little Boy says: “Dark in here.”
    The Man says: “Yes, it is.”
    Boy: “I have a soccer ball, do you want to buy it?”
    Man: “No, thanks.”
    Boy: “My dad’s outside, I’ll call him if you don’t buy it!”
    Man: “OK, how much?”
    Boy: “R250-00.”

    A few weeks later it happened again and the boy and the lover were in the cupboard together again.
    Boy: “Dark in here”.
    Man: “Yes, it is.”
    Boy: “I have soccer boots.”
    The Man, remembering the last time, asks the boy: “How much?”
    The Boy says:”R750-00.”
    The Man says: “Fine, I will buy them.”

    A few days later, the Father says to the boy: “Grab your ball and boots, let’s go outside and have a game.”
    The Boy says: “I can’t, I sold them for R1000.”
    The Father says: “That’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that… R1000 is way more than those two things cost. I’m going to take you to church and make you confess your sins.” They go to church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

    The Boy says: “Dark in here.”
    The Priest says: “Don’t start that sh!t again! This is my church and not your father’s house!”

    —————————-

    I got this joke in my inbox today – gave me a good giggle. But the punch-line bugged me, somehow. I tried to shrug it off and get some work done – but the gnawing in my mind kept getting worse.

    I finally gave up and tried to figure out what was going on. Then it hit me:

    “This is My church and not your Father’s House…”

    Now I’m not going to make a soap-box moment of this – but I realized that this sentence holds the key to a great revelation. I’m still hacking at the lock, but it feels like most of the unhappiness in the world is caused by a similar mentality:

    This is MY church and NOT your Father’s House.
    This is MY presidency, MY company, MY rules…

    The answer to serenity, peace and harmony is, of course, the antithesis:

    “This is NOT my church, but your Father’s House.”

    May God, as you understand God, reclaim the Place you need from those who deny you yourself.

  • awesome feature from iafrica.com

    Different worlds? Maybe not…
    Jerome Simelane [Thu, 03 Jan 2008]

    I am a guy and he is a guy. We are from different worlds. Ja well, no fine — what the hell do I mean? Well, here’s the question: To all straight people, how many people do you know that are gay and your friends?

    I am the first to confess that I never thought about it. Now, having watched a few episodes of ‘Will & Grace’ I feel I’m qualified to talk on this subject simply because I can laugh myself stukkend while watching the show.

    It is a great programme, with sarcasm and satire that most open-minded people can relate to. It is both liberated and liberating.

    I never thought I would watch a ‘gay’ sitcom and catch myself laughing and that got me thinking that the whole issue about straight people not relating to gay people is overstated.

    In reality…

    One of my life-long friends just recently came ‘out’ to me. What I find disturbing is that his revelation made me uneasy at first. Okay, maybe not uneasy but I was shocked and flabbergasted.

    This oke, with whom I was so close, was gay and had been all along. It took me some time to process but I realised that it was not up to me to be judgmental — rather, I should be supportive.

    Fully aware of the stigma of being gay, lesbian, queer, moffie, or whatever (who knows what homosexuals are called these days) made me think that my friend (and I still refer to him as my bra) was going through identity hell. He didn’t need me to let his revelation get in the way of our friendship.

    Which brings me to the next question: “What is so strange about someone being gay?”

    Being heterosexual, I don’t expect others to say: “Hey, mfowethu, look, I’m straight!” Duh! That is no revelation to me, it’s like second nature. Which proves we tend to judge others, make assumptions and reach conclusions based on our own beliefs and way of navigating the world — and that subjectivity is so wrong.

    What’s the difference?

    Back to my friend: We hang together, talk about politics, cars, sex, blah, blah, blah. In actual fact, there is, or rather there was, no difference that was ‘out there’ for me to evaluate.

    Believe me, he is not a sissy or trying to be what he ain’t. Now I know that whenever we talked about J Lo’s behind, he was busy picturing Denzel Washington’s eyes or Brad Pitt’s torso and probably devouring Vin Diesel.

    But he’s still a guy’s guy to me — we haven’t stopped hanging out, drinking beer, chatting… (although I have to admit its hard to concur whenever he says, “That guy is cute”).

    So I guess if I’m going to be a friend I would have to hook him up with a decent, good-looking, to-die-for guy. I have no flippin’ clue where I might find such a person, but I am making an effort. And, whoever said that “plenty of fish in the sea” thing was lying. Sometimes there aren’t.

    True friends

    The saying, “you cannot choose family” should actually also extend to friends. We hit it off from the beginning and we have grown to know each other very well. A true friend would not desert another friend based solely on the fact that you are now attracted to a different gender.

    That he was secure enough to come out is an indication that he trusts me and I admire and have a lot of respect for my bra. Not a lot of people can do that.

    And even though this piece is entitled, ‘Different World’, how different are we, really, as people? So if you’re a guy and struggling to relate to a gay friend, here’s some advice — get some microwave popcorn and watch ‘Will & Grace’.

    I am a guy and he is a guy. Full stop.

    iafrica.com | highlife | his life | features Different worlds? Maybe not…

  • Apparently, some (str8?) men need (more) help

    The page cannot be displayed because you need to approach some women

    The page you are looking for is currently unavailable. Your Mom told me you’ve been online for way too long and you
    need to go out and approach some women.

    Please, try the following:


    • Don’t click the Refresh button. Go outside now.
    • To go outside, first click Put On Shoes. On the Wussy tab, clic Time to Make a Girl’s Day. The Ass is Plastered to My Chair setting should match those provided by your pickup coach.
    • If you are addicted to information, try to cut down a bit.
    • Click the Make a Commitment button and approach one woman every day. It gets easier with every approach.
    • If you would like to be happier than you’ve ever been before in your entire life, click
      Go Out Into the Real World
    • There are many hot women out there in the real world who are tired of wussies who won’t come up to them and talk to them. If you are unable to get up, click back and pay for a coach to kick your ass.

    HTTP Error 404 – File or Directory not found.

    Internet Information
    Overload (IIO)

    Technical Information (for a better life)

    • Go to ApproachAnxiety.com and perform a title search for the words Fear, Overcome and Exhilaration.
    • Open Coaching Help, which is accessible in the Coaching Section, and search for topics titled Push Me into Approaches, Show Me How to Do It, and Understand My Irrational Fear.

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  • Update 4 Dec 2007

    Sooooo… here’s a quick update on what’s been happening over the last week:

    I arrived in Dublin, Republic of ireland, last week and Wednesday – where friends of my BF (of 4 months) picked me up. BF is doing a 6 week stint in the Irish midlands and asked me to join him for the last 2 weeks. I couldn’t think of a more awesome way to spend the holiday :0) I bought my tickets, packed as little as possible (BF wanted to buy me some winter outfits – seeing as how SA and ROI have WAY DIFFERENT views on what a “chilly” winter is!) and zipped over.

    On Thursday morning, BF drove through from further inland to surprise me. Oh and surprise me he did!!! He woke me up quietly – and dumped me.

    Thankfully his friends gave me shelter till I could fly back to Heathrow. THANK YOU GUYS!!! When the waves settle and fortune fills my sails again – I’m taking the two of you on a luxury cruise! (Or a braai at my place, perhaps?)

    Right. I changed my ticket (from ROI to UK) and flew to London last night. The alteration cost me £104.00 – almost 4 times the origional ticket’s price. I can’t afford to change my ticket back to SA (not at that rate!) and have decided to make the most out of the remaining 2 weeks in the UK.

    Thank you to my dear friend Ella, who’s taken me in for the first few nights!! My superstar!!

    Next up – rethink the budget. I’ve contacted the bank and asked for a credit increase – which shouldn’t be a problem… apart from the days required for admin.

    Priorities:
    1) Winter clothes
    2) Food
    3) Comfortable shoes
    4) Train tickets
    5) 4 Nights’ accommodation
    6) Chronic medicine
    7) Camera?

    Most galleries are free, thank heavens!

    I’ll keep you posted – and if you feel like contributing to my trip (or my Credit Card’s balance) feel free to contact me via my Facebook profile!

  • The Knoetze Bloodline


    If anyone wondered where I’d gone to – or why I’ve been relatively quiet lately – check this out! I’ve been researching and building my family tree – and am at a place where I can show the world!!

    *Muwahahahahahaaa*

    Click through to http://theknoetzebloodline.myheritage.com and have a peek. If you happen to fit in there somewhere – drop me a line and I’ll register you as an administrator!!

    All my love,
    Willie

  • and then they do this

    http://youtube.com/v/Uq62xd4PTpk

    Ich+ Ich – Du erinnerst mich an Liebe.

    This has to be one of the most beautiful music videos I’ve seen in a very, very long time. “You remind me of love”

  • when Love and Politics collide

    I found this clip on kellystern.net If you’ve ever wondered if the US had humans in politics – this emotional speech about a resolution to support/veto gay marriage might open an eye or two. It has me reconsidering some of my (less open-minded) opinions regarding the States.

    [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PrGNhczw9U&w=425&h=350]

  • Relationship advice

    Love should be honest.
    Avoid that which is bad in favor of that which is good.
    Let your affections be kind, sincere and honorable.
    Honor each other.
    Be the example.
    Never cool in your commitment.
    Nurture and develop your enthusiasm!
    Serve the Lord.
    Rejoice in hope.
    Be steadfast in the face of oppression.
    Pray.
    Help those around you.
    Always be courteous.
    Bless those who persecute – for they are hurt.
    Never curse another.
    Share in the joy of those who rejoice.
    Share in the sadness of those who weep.
    Always find agreement amongst yourselves. (“find” is a verb.)
    Never, ever be conceited – in fact, avoid the conceited.
    Choose in stead those who are humble – and be humble.
    Be mindful (not proud) of your opinions. Learn more.
    Forget about getting even – hurting those who hurt you, hurts more.
    Rather fill your hearts with goodwill towards all mankind. All year long.
    As far as possible, live in peace with everybody. Make it possible.
    Revenge is not in your jurisdiction – leave that to God.
    Rather care and provide nourishment to those you believe to be your enemy.
    Even more so to those who believe you are their enemy.
    (The lesson goes both ways.)
    Do not let evil overcome you.
    Defeat evil with good.

    This is taken from Romans 12:9 onwards. It’s the passage my dad read this morning and, when he read it, I realized that those guidelines would work perfectly in same-sex relationships. Especially those around me at the moment – and most definitively when it comes to the one I’m hoping for! Obviously I translated loosely – but I really like it! My heart feels all fuzzy now :0)

    Here’s hoping you have a glorious Tuesday (or had, if you happen to be on the other side of the planet)!

    Oh, one last bit of advice: Talk.

    Love you all,
    Willie