2014 Jan. 7: Wet Lesbian

2014 Jan. 7:  Wet Lesbian

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From L-R: … with Charmain Carrol, Malibongwe Swane, Me (Bathini), Mandisa Mkhize, Lee Siba Mothibe                                  & Lerato Dumse from Inkanyiso media

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I said to Lerato, ‘Dude you’re not wet but dry and there is no wave…’  *lol

Bathini Dambuza, beautician, hairstylist, salon owner and cultural activist, at Durban North Beach  Photos by Zanele Muholi © 31/12/2013

Bathini Dambuza (beautician, hairstylist, salon owner and cultural activist) at Durban North Beach
Photos by Zanele Muholi
© 31/12/2013

 

 

I Am… not Was.

There is nothing as good as in like being seen by old friends looking great and happy.
Mingling with friends (not fake ones) and also vacating are possible ways of getting rid of unnecessary tensions. I spent my last week in 2013 with my newly found queer family in Umlazi township, Durban. We visited several places e.g. the beach.

With that said…

Here I’m wearing my new swimsuit, letting go of all the bad energies I experienced in 2013.
The beach is known for cleansing. I’m starting my 2014 with lightness and brightness.
Wishing to meet new friends who are not bitter and angry like my previous. They know who they are no grudges attached.
If you know that you are femme, brilliant and kindhearted, please find me on facebook.
My name is Bathilox Dambuza.
I’m your friend not a foe.

Thanks!

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2013 Jan. 5: ‘Just give me one round of sex, girls won’t satisfy you.’ – Perpetrator

by Lerato Dumse

On the 1st January 2014 around 3pm, Sonto Mokoena (30) was sitting in Phiri section, Soweto with her cousins and friends she grew up with having celebrating

New Year. They were having so much fun, and then decided to buy more drinks.

Mokoena then went with one of the guys to his home, so he could fetch his contribution with the intention of going to buy.

“I was surprised when he locked the door and I immediately asked why. He responded by saying ‘Just give me one round of sex, girls won’t satisfy you.’ I was so shocked because this is someone I trusted and he never gave me any sign he could do that” relates Mokoena.

A struggle then ensued between the two. Mokoena realised that she was being overpowered by the alleged perpetrator (who can’t be named until he appears in court on Monday, 6th Jan. 2013). She broke a bottle and stabbed the guy in the hand.

Later that day, she then reported the matter to the police and opened a case of attempted rape at Moroka police station.
“After being mocked and jokes made about me ‘being a woman who stabs men’ the police then accompanied me to his home to verify his address. We found his mom cleaning up the mess, and the police didn’t even say anything to her about tempering with the crime scene.”

The following day Mokoena received a call from her sister informing her that the police are looking for her and left a message that she must go to the police station.

When she arrived there she was locked up and had to wait in the police cells while the alleged perpetrator opened a case.  She was then brought out and charged with assault with intent to cause grievous bodily harm.

On Friday, 3rd Jan. 2013, she appeared in court and is out on R500 bail.
“I opened my case first but the process is moving faster in the case against me” said a frustrated Mokoena.

In a similar incident that took place in Dec. 2012, a 17 year old lesbian from Pietermaritzburg, KwaZulu-Natal is facing murder charges. The teenager stabbed the man who tried to rape her. Owing to two previous rapes, the girl carried a knife “for protection” in case she ever needed to defend herself.
The murder case against her is still pending.

Previous articles by Lerato

2014 Jan. 1: Bikinis, Brains and Curves

 

 

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2013 Dec. 6: IDEA dialogue on strategies of activism with Southern African activists

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2014 Jan. 2: Look at me

 

Look at me
Analyse me, look into my eyes
See the lies, see what lays underneath my eyes
Decode my lines because there is nothing
but a manipulation of my lies
Dictated by the life that was supposedly designed to fit
my dreams
I am trapped in what I see and how I’m supposed to be
I am trapped in what they see and how they are supposed to be
I am trapped damaged by many tears that dent my dreams
I speak through these monkey bars
I am bemused
Lost in my own illusions
Could you tell me what you see
so that maybe I could construct my life
according to your narrow mind
I see way too many shades of colour in my rainbow
Its never been black or white
I see a life with too many sides
And it seems like their rights are wrongs
to me and my rights are sin to them
I’m locked inside out
Too afraid to stand out
I don’t want to be different
Although those who pretend to be the same
are never satisfied at the end of them day
because their pretentious ways end up separating them
anyways
So you stay locked within these social constructions
These monkey bars

Andiswa Dlamini
© 02/01/2014

 

 

Previous by Andiswa

2013 Dec. 21: ‘A part of Me’ in Paris

 

and

 

2013 Sept. 7: I used to be a lesbian

 

and

2013 July 31: Contrast of love and hate

 

and

2013 July 3: Another fucked up case

 

and

2013 June 4: emotional confusion of a break-up

 

and

2013 May 16: Sex

 

and

2013 May 3: I resent you

 

and

2013 Feb. 10: Parts  


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2014 Jan. 1: Bikinis, Brains and Curves

2014 Jan. 1:   Beach divas' photos

Where: Durban North beach. South Africa.

When: 31st Dec. 2013

Featuring: Trans and gay identifying individuals.

Camera used: Canon 6D with 85mm lens, f.stop: 2.8

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Girls being photographed by Lindeka Qampi, one of South African Best Female Photographers.

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L-R: Lesiba Mothibe, Sazi Jali and ‘Miah Sepotokele contesting the stereotypical portraits of beauty with their bodies

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L-R: Mellisa Mbambo, Candice Nkosi & Yaya Mavundla with their lean bodies

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‘Miah posing beauty on a sandy beach

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Beauties in charge
From left to right: Candice Nkosi, Lesiba Mothibe, Miah Sepotokele, Sazi Jali, Le Sishi, Aluta Humbane, Yaya Mavundla, Mini Mbatha, Maxoli Shabalala an Melissa Mbambo.

 

Photos by Zanele Muholi

Text by Lerato Dumse

2013 Dec. 29: Durban, South Africa.

It is just after 5am, the girls are woken up from their beauty sleep to prepare themselves for the beach day photos shoot..

The destination is Durban North beach for the swimwear calendar shoot. The participants consist of transwomen and feminine gay men from various locations of Johannesburg, Durban and surrounding areas.

While most of them are from the province, others travelled all the way from different townships in Gauteng. After driving around in Umlazi collecting other models in various sections, we eventually made our way to the city.

The beach was not our first stop as more beauty accessories had to be bought. We passed by Kinky for hair situated at the Workshop and checked camera shop for batteries but did not get it.
Most of the stores were still closed and we ended up at the Pavillion shopping mall.

The weather was cloudy and threatening to rain.
The photographers kept emphasizing that rain and cameras are serious foes.

We finally reached the beach, after being harassed briefly by car guards, we found a spot and parked. The Quantum taxi transporting us was converted into changing rooms.

The transformation process began.
While some were changing, others shaving, there were those tucking their bulges to avoid the spectacle on their bikini. Wigs and weaves were styled and the all-important make-up was applied.

For some, it was a new experience and they needed assistance. For the veterans it was a smooth process.
Ironically it was the pros who took longer to finish as they tried to reach perfection.

When the girls stepped out of their makeshift change room they commanded the attention of curious onlookers. And they looked beautiful, stunning and sexy in their various shapes and sizes.

Then the moment arrived and it was time for the girls to pose, and pose they did.
All sorts of aerobatic and creative moves were unveiled and people not wanting to be outshined.
Unity and togetherness was the order of the day.

With the photoshoot wrapped up, it was time for lunch and Ice cream for dessert.

Before departing for home, personal reflections were shared by all those involved in the photo shoot including the photographers.

According to Lesiba Mothibe from Daveyton, Gauteng: “Today just exceeded my expectations. I thought we were just going to take pics and people would stare at us.
Our pictures were beautiful. The content produced today is of international standards.
I didn’t feel gay today, I felt like a woman.”

Melvin Humbane from Durban: “Today was political and revolutionary experience because we had to deal with issues of confidence and being comfortable in our bodies. I have so much respect for feminine gays who dress in female clothes daily. Today I did something I’ve always wanted to try, but was not brave enough to try it, especially at the beach front.”

Candice Nkosi from Tsakane Gauteng started her day on a sad note. She received news that a guy she nearly married had passed away. However, being around the girls revived her spirit. “Today we dressed the way we wanted and we were not crucified” she concluded.

Mellisa Mbambo from Durban: “I felt like I was on ‘America’s next top model.’
I made sure that everyone was on the same level. At some point I thought I was on Baywatch and I was Pamela Anderson.”

Maxoli “Chee’z Girl” Shabalala from Umlazi Durban: “The plan was to take pictures quickly, then rush to work. But when I saw how fabulous everything and everyone was, I ended up staying for the whole day.”

Sazi Jali from Durban “It was my first time wearing a swim suit. I’ve never seen or imagined a fat person like me wearing a swimsuit.
This year was hard for me, losing a friend, then Nelson Mandela’s death.
Today was the highlight for me.”

The photo shoot will be continued and more bodies and voices to be included…

Related article

2013 Dec. 30: Beauties and the Beach…

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2013 Dec. 30: Beauties and the Beach…

by Jeremiah Sepotokele

On the 29th December 2013 was a day I would never forget. I had a lot of issues with my body for the longest time, and when the Inkanyiso team took to the task of photographing hot trans and effeminate gay men at the Durban North beach.
All of my internal insecurities resurfaced.

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Beautiful girls posing for the pic.
L-R: Candice, Lesiba, ‘Miah, Sazi, Le, Aluta, Yaya, Mini, Christine and Melissa.
(c) Photos by Lindeka Qampi (2013)

The day before the shooting was amazing, picking my favourite yellow swim suit that really complemented my complexion was a challenge…  We walked around the Workshop in town with my colleagues holding shopping bags like we had all the money in the world.  I was excited having selected my beach gear but had shivering instances where I would think about the day that lies before me.

My journey with my weight has been quite an emotional rollercoaster and although I have grown to appreciate it dearly. Before I lost an enormous 20 kg of depressing fat, life was not the same when it came to my confidence. But this remains a topic for another day.

So on the day of the photo shoot all my girls got ready and I was not to be left behind. We did all the dressing up in the white Quantum taxi we came with. There was already the sisterhood explosion with everyone being of assistance to the other.
I was mostly embarrassed being coached to tuck my chunk by my adopted mother Lesiba AKA Queen Lee.

Having rocked up my swimwear that was oozing with colour, my confidence was just above room temperature.
Although our makeup artist didn’t pitch to complete our looks it wasn’t a train smash struus Bob!!!
My makeup was tiptop courtesy of her Majesty Madam Candice who flicked her kit and crafted a goddess out of ziltch.

L-R:  Melissa Mbambo, Candice Nkosi & Yaya Mavundla

L-R: Melissa Mbambo, Candice Nkosi & Yaya Mavundla

The first group photo was a good warm up, as the cold beach breeze was kissing my skin without fail. A great deal of hot chocolate would have helped with the zoooch to pave my way in front of the camera without effort. But hey a diva gotta do what a diva gotta do… Can I get an A-men?

We strutted our stuff, well coordinated poses that could give Naomi Campbell the run for her dollars.
Snap Snap Snap… the ladies were just above average, bonding with the waves like it was going out of fashion.
Talking about fashion, we really stepped up to the plate and licked it clean.
The finer details and accessories made every babe look regal in the kingdom of the roaring sea accompanied by questionable stop and stares.

I was completely blown away by the huge energy ball that rolled in between my girls. I was dealing with my insecurities at the midst of all the energetic commotion, and having to come out of my cocoon. My individual stills were as equally interesting and awks.
I might have thought that all the years of viewing Americas Next Top Model would come in handy considering Tyra Bank’s tutorials on the show.
Well my attempts to emulate her poses had me look like a lost asylum…
However, the crew and my sisters covered me with support and advised I unleash the sexy vixen that I caged.
Boy, I did just that without fear of scrutiny. I gave it all that crossed my mind although at some point one would have remarked: What the fuck???

This entire experience has taught me to question what beauty and perfection is.
Sweety, I can now say I am learning a lot about myself…
Beauty is very much socially constructed too.
I believed (at some point) that I was a delectable babe and as soon as it dawned on me
I just poured with seduction far better than average porn star would (this part is not for under 18).

This was indeed an experience of a lifetime and hey Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha and their bouncers know I would do this again best believe.
To all that made this day possible ke lerata ka love.

Previous by Jeremiah

 

2013 Dec. 17: Inconceivable Self-Love?

 

 

 

 

 

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2013 Dec. 30: Promise & Mpho’s wedding photos

2013 Dec. 30:   Promise & Mpho's wedding photos

One of the most unique weddings we documented on the 22nd Dec. 2013

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2013 Dec. 22: Promise(d) Gift

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Previous Weddings

2013 Nov. 9: Ayanda & Nhlanhla’s wedding

 

and

 
2013 June 15: The Durban Lesbian Wedding of the Year
 

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2013 Dec. 22: ”Indlela enilingwa ngayo ukuba nibizwe ngezitabane”

by Londeka Dlamini

Kube inkonzo emnandi kakhulu ebandleni i-Victory Ministries International eThekwini izolo kuyi Sonto lapho abazalwane benzela umfundisi kanye nowakwakhe inkonzo yokuzibongela (Thanks Giving).
Izipho bezigcwele itafula zivela kubo abazalwane, injabulo nokubonga bekubhalwe emehlweni abo bonke. USandile Mthethwa obengumphathi wohlelo eza nalo kamnandi uhlelo lwakhe abuye acule amaculo abusisayo phakathi nezikhulumi ehambisana ne Worship-Team yebandla. Izikhulumi zonke zizwakalise ukubonga okukhulu ngendlela ubaba no mama uZungu ababaphethe kahle ngayo, okhulumele iWorship-Team uMbali Biyela uthi usehamba angesabi nasendleleni ngoba usenolwazi olukhulu ngempilo ngenxa yazimfundiso abazithola esontweni wabe esefisela ibandla lonke ukhisimusi omuhle wanxusa ukuba abantu baziphathe kahle.

I-Worship-Team yashaya umucu owodwa nje wengoma kakhisimusi.

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Njengenjwayelo uThula Khanyile uqale akuthathe akubeke ngephimbo lakhe acule maqede athule inkulumo eyakhayo, ukhulume ngencwadi yaMahubo 144.
UMbali Nkwanyana ekhulumela Insika (obaba nezinsizwa ebandleni) wenze umzekelo ngokuthi  emazweni aphesheya uma kudliwa ngokhisimusi kudliwa inyama yegalikuni (turkey) esuke ithakwe kamnandi kanjalo nabo bathakwe kahle eVMCI, indlu yonke ifa uhleko nalapho esecula iculo elithi ”Dwala elangifela kuwe ngiyakhosela” kwazise livame ukushawa umfundisi aze anqekuzise ikhanda.
Nakanjalo nokhulumele iDwala (omama nezintombi ebandleni) umam’ Zulu usukume ngengoma ethi ”Amalanga namalanga wethembekile Jesu” leyo-ke eka mama umfundisikazi.

Sesiya ezizwini leNkosi kuvulwe incwadi ka Genesis vrs. 6-8, izwi siliphiwa umfundisi Ncama webandla i-Faith Mission obevakashile kodwa bekungakona okokuqala ehlanganyela ne VMCI kanti abazalwane bonke bayajabula uma ezofika indlela ashumayela ngayo udume ngegama elithi uMentshisi.
Okumangazile akafundanga amavesi ushumayele ngezihloko kusukela ku vrs. 6 isihloko esithi ”UKWANDA KOBUBI BABANTU” kuya kwesithi ”UKUPHELA KUKA ZAMCOLO” ku vrs. 8.

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Lenceku yeNkosi ithathe yathi sekukuningi ukukhuluma ahlangabezane nakho ngokuvakasha khona e-VMCI ngenxa yokuthi idume ngokuba ibandla elingamelene nezitabane kodwa unombuzo owodwa anawo ukuthi uma izitabane ziyidimoni kungani abazali bazo bengenalo pho, ekhomba unina ka mam’ mfundisi ovamile ukuba khona enkonzweni. Uqhube wathi amakholwa amele ukulingwa ngakho-ke uma bekubiza ngesitabane ungakhathazeki indlela olingwa ngayo, yena akanankinga ngokuhambela leli bandla futhi uNkulunkulu kuningi amembulele kona ngalelibandla.

Ubeze achaze alale phansi enza izibonelo uNcama, bethokozile abantu abuye ahambe ebaxhawula. Sekuphethwa umfundisi uZungu obekunguye obebungazwa usukume nokuzibongela yena nomkakhe ngezipho nakho konke ibandla elikwenzile.

Kuze kube ngokuzayo… Woz’e Durban!!!

 

 

Previous by Londeka and related articles

 

2013 Dec. 16: “Sibonga uMadiba ngokulwela inkululeko yethu”

and

2013 Sept. 19: Ikhiphe Icwecwe layo lokuqala i Victory Ministries (VMCI)

and

2013 September 1: Bafake umfaniswano omama nobab’ umfundisi

and

2013 June 18: New Brand For House Music Lovers

and

2013 June 16: Zishade libalele izitabane

and

2013 June 15: The Durban Lesbian Wedding of the Year

 

 

 

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2013 Dec. 27: be with me

 

On the train to New York from Albany
The moment’s
the movements,
when silver lining hits the lake.
Outlining your back 
forcing me 
to remember the last touch.

When I washed your back, your feet swollen.
You told me that you suffered from short breathe,
sometimes felt cold at times over heated.
I wanted to jump in that painted white bathtub
now replaced with a shower.

I asked you to replace me inside in your womb,
your thighs warm 
kind like turned me on.
Tell me how you feel as I stroke your figure,
your stomach swells.
Am I afraid that soon you’ll miscarry me.
I’m scared honestly 
do not wish to lose you.

Last night I slept in an old creaking bed
desperate for you in my dreams.
Why won’t you come,
come and be with me if not come for me.

My life has never been the same since
the night you left me
4 years and 8 days
marks exactly the period
we left you boxed under that grave
at 17th Umlazi cemetery.

I still love you mama

© Zanele Muholi
12/10/2013

 

 

 

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2013 Dec. 25: Christmas that was

by Charmain Carrol

It is almost the end of Christmas day, I’m in the lounge with my new found family, and we are seven in the house listening to music, dancing, singing, drawing and writing. I guess doing the things we all love to do best. Overall we are all united and Happy. Just note that the people I’m with are not blood related to me, except my daughter of cause.

Just had a moment to reflect on my day; woke up to the sms sent by my biological sister, requesting airtime: no merry Christmas or anything.  It hurts!

I woke up with the family I have created or become a part of. People that I can express myself to and not be ashamed to be who I am. Persons who are by my side and always there even when I’m down.

With that said, I prioritized a visit to see a fellow activist and a friend at Pholosong Hospital, East Rand. The only thing he asked for was a “Blue Energade and a piece of cake.”  The saddest thing is that not many friends were there to share that special day with him.

At 2:40 pm I left the pots in the capable hands of Yaya Mavundla and Sebenzile Nkosi and rushed to pick up a colleague at Carlton Centre so we can be at hospital in the East Rand by 4pm. Unfortunately those are visiting hours even on Christmas day.
I was overwhelmed with gratitude to have good health as we walked towards the ward.
I could not say the same for Muntu Masombuka, who is plugged on to an oxygen machine.  He could not finish a sentence without taking four breathes into his oxygen.  I could not stop thinking of him during happier times, also at the forefront of the gay movement. Last time I saw him looking healthy was on the 5th October 2013 at People’s Pride in Constitution Hill. To look at him all swollen, I had to constantly keep my tears back. I guess I needed to be strong for him.

We gave him the goodies we had brought, somehow there was a bit of a smile that came through the oxygen mask.

I had the opportunity to meet his sister Joyce, for the first time. Sadly we met at an awkward period, at the hospital to see a loved one.
She is disappointed that ‘when days are dark, friends are few.’ As she looked at us and even continued by saying that none of the activists’ friends who lived and partied with Muntu come to see him at Pholosong hospital which is a mere 13km away from KwaThema.

We drove 50km from Johannesburg to Tsakane and it was not painful. I mean we know Muntu and he needed us more today than any other day.
Now I keep on asking myself questions.
Where is solidarity?
When is it active?
Who gets the privilege to access it when it is needed the most by stranded/ sick activists like Muntu?
Do we really have to wait for our fellow activists to die before we take action/ honour them/ show them love,care and support?

After the hospital visit we then drove to Springs to visit our colleague Lerato Dumse and family.

As we walked in, there were kids in the yard dancing to the music being played next door. Lerato greeted us with lunch and dessert, as we were introduced to most of her family in the house.
I must say it was a different atmosphere from where we had been.
I just had to adjust and be in the moment. It was such a pleasure being around the family considering the fact that I have no connections with mine on this day.

As I sit at a place I call home and chew on my food prepared with love processing my day.  I feel humbled and honoured to have the Inkanyiso team in my life and to call them Family.

 

 

Previous by Charmain

 

 

2013 Dec. 15: Photos from the funeral of the recently murdered lesbian in Ratanda

 

and

2013 Oct. 15: She is my weakness

and

2013 Feb. 8: “Let your voices be heard”

 

 

 

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2013 Dec. 17: Inconceivable Self-Love?

by Jeremiah Sepotokele

There is no sophisticated financial instrument
that could ever explain
the debt of self-love…
The debt is claimable
whenever the voices behind our humanity
summons our souls to places of inferiority and insecurity…
We long to imagine ourselves differently at the face of despair
and in instances where we cannot face our phases no longer…
The credit remains unsettled…
Self-love renders us free
but has become due
when fears figures our imagined inadequacies…

We toss and turn to find ourselves at credit
less mercies of our environment…
The consumable energies
we channel to assert ourselves from the exterior
but oblivious to the power that is harboured from within…
The bankable self-love
which we remain beneficiaries to…
The universal responsibility of tutoring the heart
to embrace the wonder of self-love is the battle of mankind…
The destructive wars that drops the globe to its lowest knee…

We are torn to hatred
heating our chests
burning the bits of care we cage…

Our souls are screaming
to remember how self-love looks like…
Our itchy eyes remain teary
in the difficult labour of viewing ourselves with love…
Unknown is the secret
buried in our hearts…
to love and to hold ourselves dearly
to our chests and to listen to the melodical beats
desperate to tune into the symphony of self-love…
SELF-LOVE is CONCEIVABLE!!!

 

About the author

Jeremiah is Editorial Associate: Local Content and Conference Co-ordinator for the Wits Student Law Journal for SADC.
Sepotokele is also an avid researcher and contributor for Inkanyiso media.

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