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.

Facebook Overshare

I share a lot of shit on this blog, mostly because it is entertaining. But I also feel

that there is such a thing as over share. Maybe it’s just me, but I was raised in a house where some things are just personal. We were also taught from a young age, that to wash your dirty laundry in public is common.  You might not have money but you do have your dignity and all that. Because of this I am also not a person that can share a bathroom with my husband. We will shower together or bath together like any normal couple, but that is where I draw the line. I have never been one of those people that can brush my teeth while my husband (or any of my previous partners for that matter) is using the loo. It is fucqing disgusting. Nee sies man. Bathroom time is private time. Back to my point.

Feed Me Pauley

2017 has brought a drastic change in our house. Paul started to blog. I know that on the surface this seems like a really minor thing. How bad can it be…? Well Sir…You all recall that Paul is a qualified chef…? His blog is about food and coffee and tea. Those three things happen to be on my list of top 10 things in life that I like the most.