Marvels Mightiest Heroe

I was an awkward kid. Awkward not because I got bullied or shit like that but awkward because I didn’t really fit anywhere. Something I think that is still the truth even as an adult. I seem to be able to only tick one or two items and the boxes that we as humans have to classify ourselves with.

When I was nine years old I discovered The X-Men. Before then I had read comics but that is all they were, comics, fun things to read as a kid. But when I was 9 I came to realise that comics were more than just fun things to read. As such I discovered what Marvel truly is and got to realise and “know” the man behind it. Stan Lee.

Some of the meanest people I have ever met.

I know a lot of people. I have been around the block and because of my involvement in the Pagan community I have met the most fantastic people. I have even met with Jewish diplomats when attending a talk at the Holocaust Museum. The journey has been incredible. The bridges I have built between Pagans and non-Pagans could in and of itself become a book. The shit I have had to endure all for the sake of Paganism (volk en nasie, as Darkwolf used to say), the things I have had to do and the hate mail I have received.

But let me tell you a secret. The most backstabbing, distrusting, vengeful people I have met on my journey, has been South African Pagans. Now of course I am not talking about all of them. I have met some incredible people that are Pagan in this country. True Pagans as I like to call them. But for very one of those there are three that are just not worth it. I am not pretending to be an angel here, but hear me out. 

You Do Not Own Your Psychic

Let me start by saying that as a general rule, I do not like the word psychic. It’s one box that I really don’t want to be in. There are many labels that I will gladly wear but psychic is not one of them. I read the Tarot, I somehow see things (sometimes) that others cannot and somehow know things that I am not supposed to. How I do this, I don’t know and I don’t particularly care about the how or the why of it. But for ease of this blog let me just grin and bare it and use the word psychic.

The Hanger Games

Where have all the real men gone?

A friend of mine has expressed her hatred towards straight men. Her and I have spoken about it. No she is not a bra burning liberal right wing lesbian feminist with bigger balls than all of us put together. She is actually a very feminine woman married to a wonderful man. I have been looking at why she is saying it, which is something I will share with you all shortly, and I must confess that I see her point. I don’t hate straight men. Goodness how could I. Not while Jason Mamoa is still batting for that team, but I do see what she means.

Trackers for Jesus

If you do not have a sense of humour please do not read this blog. I need to also state that I have no problems or issues with Christ. It is his fan base however that has the ability to piss me off more than a leaky gas pipe in Auschwitz. Even though I am Pagan, I also have a sense of humour and when someone jokes about my spirituality I can laugh with them. Because humour, I think, should actually be everyone’s first spirituality. Lastly let me also point out that it is my fucqing blog and technically therefore I can say on here whatever the fucq I want. With all those disclaimers out of the way, let’s get to it.

Oog Druppels

Ek het 4 tattoos en op n stadium het ek 11 piercings gehad. Huidiglik het ek 9. Ek hou van n goeie adrenalin rush en spoed. Ek het steke in my kop gehad, myself al so in my moer geval dis nie eens snaaks nie, velle van my rug af getrek soos ek op die teer my gat gesien het. My punt is, ek is al deur baie en ek kan redelik baie hanteer wanneer dit kom by my liggaam.

Daar is alhoewel een deel van my liggaam wat nie n vok hou van weird kak nie. My oë. Eyeliner of soos dit mos nou genome word guyliner en mascara is al wat jy naby my oë kan bring.