Thirty Minutes Ago

Thirty Minutes Ago

Published by bryanboy

I can’t remember the last time I went to a gay club. It must have been weeks, perhaps months ago. I usually can’t stand them because I feel out of place and it’s a whole new sleazy world altogether. However, from time to time, they’re fun to go as long as a) you’re with friends (friends ok, not friends with benefits) and b) when they play cheesy pop/dance music to shake those pesky calories off. Sweat and shake that booty gurl! The six-foot-two Marco aka Marker, was my hostess slash caretaker slash driver for the night slash dance buddy slash protector slash bodyguard. It’s amusing how he protected me from certain people at the club who kinda creeped me out. This is why I love having tall guy friends with stubble. Swoon. They make me feel like a fragile, precious little thing.

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Or the only girl in the world.

Crew gay club South Africa

I had fun. I really did. So happy I had a good dance session/exercise and burned some calories.

Time to get some shuteye. Tomorrow we’re going to the Biscuit Mill!

Yes, We Match!

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I paid tribute to the Hector Peterson memorial before visiting Nelson Mandela’s house in Soweto yesterday afternoon. After taking the obligatory tourist shots, I met this very young boy who seemed to be fascinated with my Jason Wu python bag. The color matched his outfit. He wanted to touch my bag so I let him. It kinda reminded me of my encounter with that kid in India a few weeks ago. Between you and me, I find it amusing how this young boy ¬†beelined for my bag when I met him. It’s amazing what a single item of fashion accessory can do to elicit emotions (or perhaps desire?) from a child.

South African school boy

Sunglasses from Prada, shirt from Ralph Lauren, belt from Hermes, bag from Jason Wu, trousers are custom-made.

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