THURSDAY /// SKATTIE AND DIE JONG AFRIKANERS

AND LATER MUCH DRUNKER AT THE SKATE RAMP BEHIND CLARKE'S BAR AND DINING ROOM

Tonight I went to Commune 1 to check out friend Roelof van Wyk’s exhibiton 'Jong Afrikaner’ . It was mainly photographic potraits of urbanized, creative, civilized jong Afrikaners who kinda challenge preconceived notions of the traditional Afrikaner culture and values that come to mind. Ja that is a bit of a reductionist description of a Roelof’s exhibition, but you should check it out for a deeper understanding. Anyway I’m now home, and on my way back home I went past all the usual trashy bars in Sea Point, which always seem to be filled with men of questionable sexuality. I swear there is so much of that shit in Sea Point I think they should do more towards pimping it as tourism vibes. In fact I’ve started dressing less like I’m trying to fan the flames of faggotry and more like a bi-curious West African just to look more attractive. Considering how homophobic our continent is, it’s ridiculous how many bros are on that DL, and how much faggot ass they tap. I feel sorry for all them sistaz standing guard for the heteronormative.