Interests, Series

Anonymous: To Wear What We Like

I still find it disgusting that in this day and age, girls still don’t feel comfortable in their houses because they’re told to cover up or wear less “revealing ” clothes because there are men or uncles in the house.

It makes me sad that women would rather tell their daughters to cover up rather than speak to the men. From a very young age girls are indoctrinated and brainwashed into believing that men are beasts that can’t control their thirst and lust so to accommodate their behaviour, girls are ordered to cover up because it is easier than having “the talk” with boys. That is utter BS! We keep creating a cycle of misogyny and it never ends!

Because men grow up believing that it’s ok to tell girls to change their clothes because of them, men end up believing that women have to cater to them all the time which is wrong. Girls should be taught to be free in what they wear and boys should be taught how to handle and control their desires.

Most importantly, women should stop inviting men that look at children in such perverted ways into their houses. Don’t tell her to change her clothes, tell him to stop imagining what is under her clothes or sexualize her. Because that’s disgusting.

am writing, Love & War, Prose, Ramblings


Happy Sunday erbody!

How’s the weather in your corner of the world? It’s been raining in Joburg since last night. It’s the perfect weather for staying cooped up in bed with a good book, a stew on the stove while in the arms of a bearded Nubian King! Wow! That escelated so quickly😂

Today I’d like to share what vaguely resembles poetry, but prefer calling prose… I’ve learned this week that moving on and getting over is dependant on me and not always on outside factors. I tend to play victim a great deal of the time to excuse my own holding on…

Anyway! Here you go! Enjoy the read!

So we’ve been sitting here.

Hunched over this mess,

throwing blame back and forth as though in a tennis match.

I’m tired.

Of sitting.

Of wallowing.

Of spewing accusations at you and wiping upthrown bile from my own face.

I’m moving forward.

You’re welcome to move with me.

Or you can stay behind and wallow on your own.

As always, I appreciating your dropping by for my posts! Your support means the world to me! Have a beautiful week! I’ll see you on Wednesday😘

G-Strings, Love & War, Prose, Ramblings

Her Lion

She loves a man who knows how to take what he wants. She likes him unapologetic about it and she likes him not to ask for permission to have it. He walks in through the door,sees it and ceases it. “I wanted to call you”? But you didn’t, “When can I see you”? How about you just show up?

You see, she spends all day granting permission; for debit orders to go off, for teenagers to go to the bathroom straight after recess, what she will eat for dinner, whether she should get cable TV or wifi. Her mind is exhausted from all the decisons.


But he, he takes charge, he is bold, he squares his shoulders and clenches his jaw; he is not afraid. He is her lion…