2013 June 5: Don’t Dominate Me…

by Boitumelo “Mimie” Sepotokele

Jade & I were sitting  and chatting about a day we had and discussed this couple we were hanging with that night, and what we saw did not sit well with us, we both could not understand why should there  be a dominating and a submissive partner in a lesbian relationship.

I mean we both women who identify as Lesbian and automatically we should be  Feminists Right?
We should know better than to treat each other in a patriarchal manner right?
So I decided to do some research about dominance within the Lesbian community

I was asking myself many questions like : why should we label our selves as Butch, Femme, Tom etc…

Do these labels condone a submissive and dominance kind of relationship?Is the dominance/submissive relationship condoned by Age?
Dress code?
Personality?
Or financial status?
Or is it because Most femme Lesbians treat their butch partners as “Men”?

They forget that they too are Women?
Or Maybe its because Most butch looking lesbians are actually Transgender?

So I posted this status on facebook and other groups I chat with:
Morning family,  I have a burning issue lana about dominance….what’s your take on it?
I personally have a problem with it, I feel lesbians have taken the heterosexual norm about dominance. If one does not feel the need to dominate you, they feel you should dominate, Can’t we just have a relationship and be equals?
We are two women who love each other right?
So why do we want to take the heterosexual Norms and make them ours?
I for one  identify as Lesbian because I am a Woman who loves other Women and Note neh “WOMEN” not “MEN” and I won’t treat anyone or be treated  like a “MEN”… I simply want a relationship where am treated with love, appreciation and be taken into consideration that I am as much of a human as them…
What’s your take on this Issue @ hand?
I think that’s where we get it wrong and that’s why our relationships don’t last as lesbians. We adopt things that are not for us and will never be….

It has came to my understanding that dominance is a touchy subject within the lesbian community,  with many factors.

On my research I came across Femme lesbians who don’t mind being dominated, who believe that the butch should take care of them financially and in turn they would do anything and everything for their partners, other even call their partners by handsome, husby  etc

I have came across those like me who are allergic to dominance, who actually believe in 50/50 kind of relationship. Finance wise and even sexually, the kind of femmes who would like to be treated equally, who like their women as woman as can be no matter their dress code, those who would treat a hard headed butch as a woman they are.

And even came across femme lesbians who are in fact dominant them selves, the kind that will make sure that their partner is well taken care of even if the partner is not working. They would make sure that things run smoothly in the house hold and expect their partners to do their womanly duties, either butch or not and even go as extreme as controlling who their partner befriends and so on.

Even in  femme on femme /butch on butch relationships, one is expected to be dominant and the other be submissive because one might appear Tomish/Femmish or has a strong character.

To me dominance is a form of power to belittle the other, as most would go to an extreme of expecting their partners to wash, cook and clean for them. And it can also turn out abusive in an emotional manner as the dominant one would think they have every right to control the submissive, the abusive behavior might go as far as sexual abuse.

This dominance thing is so extreme that if we have a Butch /Tom Lesbian and a femme lesbian Sleeping around, the butch/tom is regarded or seen as a hero or a charmer or as they would say it in my Kasi “Isikhokho”. But if she is Femme she is called Names like Isifebe  “Bitch” and would be belittled even by other femmes.

I don’t know if all this is promoted by the labeling within our community or is it by us trying to look as normal as possible in the eyes of the heterosexual community?

According to me, we have to treat each other equally. I don’t get why should we adopt heterosexual Norms. It’s either you are a feminist or you are patriarchal, and it is impossible for one to be Lesbian and patriarchal.

About Mimie

Mimie is a feminist; activist and a lesbian mother.
She has volunteered for many LGBT organisations including the Forum for the Empowerment of Women (FEW).

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2013 June 3: The Strength of Love and Acceptance

Kopano Sibeko

“One day we will learn that the heart can never be totally right when the head is totally wrong” inspired by this quote from Martin Luther King’s book Strength to Love (1963).

I realised that the word strength entailed a lot this past weekend for the Makhubu family, the celebratory achievement of their daughter Zandile Makhubu who just turned 21 a little less than a month ago. In the black community it is an achievement to be 21, in university and without a child.

However, there’s nothing novelty about being 21 but there is about being raised in a family that understands, accepts and supports a homosexual child without judgment.

While I was sitting in a beautifully decorated black and pink theme tent, my mind pondered on maybe, just maybe Zandile’s mother had envisioned a drop-dead gorgeous hunk sitting next to her daughter in this beautiful celebration and the only thing that resonated in my mind is that she embodies so much strength and that strength can only be derived from love and with that comes acceptance.

Acceptance is hard to practice especially when you don’t understand that  you need to accept, but it only makes sense that it all goes down to our institution of thoughts, reasoning and the ability to love unconditionally.

My observation is that we all draw that very strength from our parents who have accepted us. Through that very strength we can be able to dismantle the battles of ignorance, discrimination and hate, by acknowledging those who maintain their love for us. Let us involve them in our world, our relationships that which differ from theirs by what society has ruled out as demonic and let them be the voice that many have silenced.

Zandile’s Mother strength to speak about her pride in her daughter and speaking up and out about her acceptance and love for her daughter’s sexuality might have changed another parents mind about how they can accept and love, it might have helped another closet case to go home and come out to their family and most of all it might just have changed a homophobes thoughts about the latter.

Previous by Kopano
2013 June 4: I was not Her

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2013 Feb. 14: Hello, my name is Zandile, and I am in love with a woman

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2013 June 5: Lesego sharing the work of Inkanyiso at the LGBT conference in Salzburg, AUSTRIA

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Lesego gave the best presentation of Inkanyiso’s work to 50 delegates …

Panel

Social media and LGBT Identities in the 21st century:
Access, distribution, new social spaces, limitations.

02 Jun – 07 Jun, 2013

 

Members of the audience captured from the back to ensure the safety of participants ...

Members of the audience captured from the back to ensure the safety of participants …
Photos by Zanele Muholi (05.06.2013)

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Delegation captured after the morning session.
Photo by Valerie Thomas (05.06.2013)

Members of Faculty

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List of participants


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2013 June 2: Inkanyiso presents at LGBT & Human Rights: New Challenges, Next Steps conference

by Lesego Tlhwale

On the 1 June 2013 while the Inkanyiso crew went to Alexandra to celebrate one of our members (Zandile Makhubu) 21st birthday party, I had to board a 10 hour long flight to Munich, then a four hour drive to Salzuburg, Austria. Unfortunately I landed at a period when parts of Germany was hit by floods that has displaced so many residents.

How I got to go to Salzburg: About two months back, Zanele Muholi and I were invited by the Salzburg Global Seminar (SGS) institute to come and attend the first ever LGBTI and Human Right Seminar hosted by the SGS.

We thought to ourselves that since we produce, document, educate and disseminate information to many readers, it was also a good opportunity for us to learn and share our strategies with external publics who are activists and allies.

SGS has hosted over 500 sessions on different topics and for the first time in the history of the institution they have opened the 506 session titled: LGBTI and Human Rights: New Challenges, Next Steps. The session is a weeklong seminar which brings together over 60 participants from 35 countries to discuss wide-ranging topics, from the rule of law and international institutions, gathering data on LGBT issues, and potential role of philanthropy, to queer film-making and the use of social media.

Muholi is invited on her own professional capacity as a renowned visual activist and will be having a conversation with Klaus Muller, session Chair and other artists who are invited about ways of seeing ourselves through art (4 June 2013). I on the other hand is going to be sharing my expertise on social media with the group and also present Inkanyiso’s work.

The topic of the panel I am part of will be Social Media and LGBT Identities in the 21st century: access, distribution, new social spaces and limitations (5 June 2013).

Other South African participants that are invited to the seminar are Sibongile Ndashe who is an International Lawyer based in London, United Kingdom. Ndashe is a human rights lawyer and currently working for Interights and her work there focuses on regional human rights litigation, working before the African Commission on human and peoples’ with a focus on discrimination.

Ndashe and other panelist opened the seminars with an intense discussion about The Rule of Law, International Institutions and LGBT Human Rights (2 June 2013) . The discussion touched on the effects of UN Resolution on LGBTI communities.

Sudeshan Reddy, who works at the United Nation Information Centre, Pretoria is also here and will be assisting with collecting working group recommendations for the Salzburg statement.

The level of expertise in this seminar is enormous, and sharing a platform with a diverse group of professionals is an experience I will cherish my whole life.

The seminar is housed at the SGS home in the historical Schloss Leopoldsskron Palace, and it will run from the 2 – 7 June 2013.

For further details and updates on this seminar, please visit
LGBT and Human Rights: New Challenges, Next Steps

LGBTI = Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Intersex persons.


Previous articles by Lesego


2013 May 18: After Mask … Hear Us Out

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2013 May 15: SA Task Team representatives fail the LGBTI community

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2013 April 28: Bleak freedom for black lesbians in South Africa

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2013 April 12: Bros B4 Ho’s at the OIA film festival opening

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2013 March 24: Recognition of LGBTI Activist should be a culture

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2013 March 16: Dangerous love


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2013 Feb. 12: A dildo is not a man; it’s a fantastic toy…


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2013 Mar.1: Definitely NOT “Gaysbian”

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2013 June 4: I was not Her

by Kopano Sibeko

I could have worn my hair like she did,
Wore a dress maybe,
Apply that expensive lip gloss she had with a pinkish glittery, perfume scent or
Strut ‘em heels like she does, maybe?

I was not her

I could have used the fragrance of her preference to impress you,
I could’ve went my way to get my clothes tailored by the same designer,
Perhaps even ask her what make of under-wear does she like,
and maybe buy that too to electrify you.

I was not her

I mean I was willing to take up cooking classes,
dancing classes and what sport did you say she played again?
That too I was willing to take up, just for you.
You told me she use to rub your feet when you got home from work and I did the same,
If I could I’d probably get a face job and ask to look just like her.

And I still wouldn’t be her, even with her features on my face,
because I was not her.
Yet you claimed to love me,
when all you had was a picture of another
When you kissed me,
When you made love to me,
Even when you fuckin’ fucked me,
all you had was an image of the women you loved that didn’t love you enough to stay.

I was not her…
that’s why I left you!
I am me; the woman who gave you love, when no one else did,
The same woman who feed you, when you couldn’t afford to eat,
Yes I am that woman that wrote you symphonies, poetry and a number of love letters
to show you that I care…

But that woman is no more,
Not because of you,
Just not to you anymore.
Yes I was not her…
But I am me to another

Previous by Kopano Sibeko

2013 May 11: Actually, absolutely, definitely NO!

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2013 April 21: Living a legacy is always better than leaving a legacy

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2013 April 23: Intraview II

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2013 April 16: Not just a handsome butch lesbian

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2013 April 9: I refuse to be abused

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2013 June 4: My Only Man

by Maureen Velile Majola

“In South Africa a woman is more likely to be raped than learn how to read”
text borrowed from 1in9 campaign struggle t-shirt worn by one of the mourners at Noxolo Nogwaza’s funeral in 2011.

Many of you will think about this statement while some of you will just brush it off. It is true in South Africa a woman has become a subject and men are the only human beings with feelings.

February 2013 marked the most horrifying case ever; Anene Booysens was found brutally murdered and raped.

Seeing this on the news raised a lot of questions for me. There have been far worse cases of rape and murder that were conducted on lesbian women and no one, I mean no one in the government has taken a stand and said NO to the killings of Lesbian and Transgender women.

As a young woman in South Africa, I feel unsafe, I don’t trust any man and every man is a potential rapist to me. I believe that this is a feeling that is shared by many women and children in this country. We can’t trust our fathers, brothers, uncles, grandfathers and neighbors. We live in fear of being the next victim of rape or another statistic that will be added to the horrifying statistics of this country.

I have a story to tell about a man in my life. He is a different man from the men I usually write about. He is charming, caring, loving, and honest and NOT a violent man. This is a tale many women and children don’t live to tell or they don’t have any good memories of the men in their lives because they have become beasts that seek to harm them in every way possible.


My only MAN

Reflected on the 26 March 2013

It was in 1990 on the 30th of September when my mother gave birth to me. She named me Velile, meaning I have appeared. She gave me this name because she wanted a girl child and that’s what she got.

When I first took my baby steps my grandfather was there. He held my hand till I could walk on my own. He became a father, a brother, my bible study friend and my pillar of strength.

I remember coming home from school to find amasi waiting for me to eat. He understood that I always came home from school feeling really hungry so every day I’d come home to a bowl of amasi, which was prepared with love. I’d find him reading the bible with my grandmother and he’d read me a few scriptures that motivated me in life.

Every morning he’d wake me up and help me prepare for school. My favorite man would wash my back every morning and help me dry myself. He’d be watching as I put on my uniform and head to school.

I knew from an early age that granddad loved me. I never needed to hear him say it but I just knew he did, it was all written in his eyes. Each time I did something wrong he’d discipline me. He was never a violent man, he’d never raise his voice when he spoke to any one and he always, I mean always made one understand their wrongs and help you find your feet.

Grandpa was inyanga (healer) ubelapha abantwana ikakhulukazi inyoni ngoba iyona evamise ukubulala izingane ezincane futhi ubengumpetha wayo. He was also Umfundisi (a priest) wase Zion. He led his congregation with pride and dignity. He preached and lived the gospel. He was an honest and truthful man; everything about him was real.

His herbs fascinated me so I learned some of them and how to use them. I am a fast learner so it was no problem for me. With enthusiasm I watched him every time when he had a client and I’d help him out sometimes; since I knew some herbs he had taught me. Slowly I became like his personal assistant and I loved every minute I spent with him.

It was early 2007 when he got really ill. For the very first time my grandpa was sick and I could tell he was not going to make it. He started getting weak, having pains in his tummy, his feet got swollen and he got worse by the day. I came home one afternoon to find him sitting in his favorite chair. I greeted him as I walked to the bedroom to put my books away then I went back to him. We had a little chat then he told me his getting weak and he doubts he’ll make it. My heart broke but I knew I had to be strong. Grandpa asked me ukuthi ngimucabe emaqakaleni khona kuzophuma igazi ebelimile futhi livuvukalisa iyinyawo zakhe. I did just that while we were talking about random things.

On the 17th May 2007 a day before his birthday and on my cousin’s birthday, he took his last breath in a hospital bed. I knew this day was coming but I didn’t think it would be so soon. It came too soon. I was not ready. I didn’t know how to react so I didn’t react at all. I went into “pause mode” then a strong face. Everyone showed some emotion but I couldn’t show any at that moment as I hid it with bravery. My focus was on allowing my mother to grieve and share her emotions. It was not about me but my entire family so I had no time to nurse my emotions.

His passing broke me to pieces that no one can ever put back. I lost a great part of my life and no one ever cared to ask how I was feeling. Everyone thought I was strong, some thought I did not have any emotions.

I miss my grandpa so much, life was so much better with him around. I lost a sense of belonging that day, I knew I would never belong anywhere. He was my rock, my strength and a friend. Umkhulu understood me when no one else did. Ever since his been gone NO one understands me in the family, they think I’m crazy or something.

Life without umkhulu is really hard. Everyday is a struggle, trying to find myself, to find meaning to my life and to live life as a happy child again. Nothing is the same without him.

I miss coming home to amasi and a quick check in about my day and his, our small chats and watching him elapha ingane noma umuntu omdala. My heart still aches at the thought of facing another day without him. I know he would have been proud of me when I received an award last year; he was going to share that moment with me. Umkhulu wanted everyone to be happy. A lot of things I know today are through his teachings. I am a strong young woman who understands life and its ups and downs because umkhulu made sure I knew from an early age that its a cruel world out there.

I learned about God and my Ancestors at a tender age. Besihlabela amadlozi ekhaya and praised God everyday. We are a Christian family who performed traditional things and followed culture. Everyday before eating he’d make sure we pray for that food and give thanks to God for providing us with the little we have. From as young as four (4) years old I knew how to say ubaba wethu osezulwini no nkosi busisa lokudla. He instilled the culture of ubuntu in us and showed us the importance of giving thanks to the almighty God.

The house feels empty without him. Sometimes I pray for one more day with umkhulu just to tell him how I feel. Grandpa has to be the coolest man I’ve ever known.


Amasi
= sour milk

Ubuntu = humanity

Umkhulu = grandfather

Ukudla = food

Omdala = old person

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2013 May 16: Don’t touch ME!

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2012 March 20: There’s a strawberry garden between your legs

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2013 March 14: Please don’t…

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2012 December 27: on 2012 LGBTI Recognition awards

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2013 Feb. 14: A love note for you


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2013 Feb. 4:  The other me

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2013 May 30: When the assailant is one of Us

by Clear Peaceful Mind

Rape!

For most women, it’s one of the scariest words in any language. When your mother warned, “You could have been murdered, or worse!” rape was and still is the unspoken “worse.”

All over the world, rape is the most common violent crime ever committed – by the time you finish reading this article, a woman would have been raped somewhere in our country, a neighbouring country and somewhere else on this planet. More than half of all rapes are committed by someone known to the victim. A quarter of which are committed by an intimate partner of the victim. Resulting in many unreported rape incidents. The sad thing is that the majority of rapists re-offend within a three year period resulting in an unending circle of rape.

Because many people define rape as penetration by a penis, woman-to-woman rape is not acknowledged nor taken seriously. But, it is estimated that one out of three lesbians have been sexually assaulted by another woman.

Like many women, I didn’t know that women could rape other women until….well, now I know!

•She stole my voice…

Who do I talk to, what do I say?

“She just fisted me, right there in the park. Like it was nothing. This was something that we did together when we were lovers, close and intimate and it meant something. She didn’t just hurt me, she also just trashed all of what we had together. I have barely had sex with anyone since that happened. I can’t really imagine how I will get past it.”

• They went out for drinks with friends. Her not being much of a drinker, the Carnival City ‘Long Island Iced Tea’ hit her hard and quick and she became overly merry much to her partner’s irritation.  Sleepy and still drunk, she ignored her partner’s rage as they drove home, then she went to bed alone.  She awoke to find her partner in bed with her, trying to have sex.  “She kept kissing me and grabbing at me, and I kept pushing her away, which was making her angry again,” she said.  “Pretty soon I was struggling to get away in earnest, telling her ‘no’ over and over again.  She had me pinned to the mattress, tearing my clothes off.  As she started to have sex with me against my will, I panicked, then I blacked out.”

“Who do I tell, what do I say?”

• There was an argument overnight, which overlapped into the morning.
Something had to do with my flirting with someone. The bedroom door was locked and the key hidden. After being shoved onto the bed in a manner which one might have just be seen as a rough foreplay between lovers. Everything “intimate” happened against my will, including but not limited to oral sex. I am older than her, stronger, more athletic, but the shock of it all left me powerless, numb….
Tears silently falling, as my mind could not comprehend what had just happened. I could not tell anyone, it was both embarrassing and humiliating. I felt broken and ashamed. I couldn’t go to work.., a plausible explanation was given for my absence.

… Just a tip of the many lesbian stories that happen behind closed doors, with strings attached, untold, leaving deep emotional scars, well covered in timid smiles and gentle touches – the hidden female on female sexual violation.

It wasn’t until I sat down today at work and listened to one of the nurses giving a presentation on domestic violence that I eventually acknowledged that I have been sexually assaulted… I have always known, but my mind refused to register it. It was neatly folded and packed somewhere at the back of my mind where it was hopefully most likely to be forgotten.

She stole my voice….

Who do I talk to and what do I say?

Lesbian sex is hard to explain on its own. How does one begin to explain lesbian sexual assault. This is a crime so unthinkable that its victims repeatedly encounter mockery and disbelief, both from the community and from law enforcement.
“A little lick, a finger or two or more couldn’t have been that bad, its not like there has been any penile penetration.”
Because of the prevalence of such responses, its perpetrators can strike again and again without fear of any repercussions. It is a crime that no one knows how to react to, because no one has any real image or understanding of what it is.

The only versions of lesbian rape that are well known are found in pornography, in which the “victim” invariably starts to enjoy the rape. With a social understanding based on that ludicrous information, it is no surprise that most police and prosecutors don’t take it seriously.

Besides, as lesbians we are constantly a centre of some religious or traditional attacks. Reporting a same sex assault will just aggravate the problem. Based on that, we end up not wanting our dirty laundry aired in the straight arena. We don’t want to give them more reasons to point fingers at us. So we pretend it’s alright, even when it isn’t.”

In almost all cases, all rape victims require medical care after the assault…

Doctor, “Are you sexually active?
Is there any chance that you’re pregnant?”

Patient, “Yes and No.”

Doctor, “Have you been sexually active recently?”

Patient, “Yes.”

Doctor, (condescending look) “Then how do you know you’re not pregnant?”

So, a lesbian dealing with medical personnel in the emergency room after an assault may likely have the added problem of deciding if and when to come out which may adversely affect one’s treatment.
No semen equals to no pregnancy and no hiv/sti overlooking that other infections might occur due to the forced fingering, fisting and unprotected oral sex. Thus overlooking the proper administration of antibiotics or prophylaxis.

Then there are Test kits! The only means of linking a victim/survivor to a suspect …

How many of those rape kits are designed to  include checking the DNA of another woman? How many health care workers have been trained and are professional enough to handle same sex incidents without any prejudice nor apathy.
Rape is rape and it is traumatic to all its victims, more so when it happens between same sex individuals where prejudice, ridicule and discrimination is still to be endured….

As I sat there, listening to Domestic Violence presentations, feeling naked, tears weighing heavy on my heart with no one to talk to.

Sexual violation with strings attached to it, is but a bitter pill to swallow  – being assaulted by the person you have loved, the person you trusted…

I acknowledged that she stole my voice…

I survived the silence!

If when reading this article the ghosts from your past awakens, find your voice and exorcise them. We cannot change our past but we cannot allow it to rule our present.

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# The medical staff at our institution are slowly beginning to acknowledge the medical needs of the LGBTI community especially Lesbians where Medico-Legal cases are concerned.

The journey ahead is long, but one small voice does educate the masses!

Previous by Clear Peaceful Mind

2013 May 21: Lesbians in the defence force

Posted on May 24, 2013

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2013 May 12: Happy Mother’s Day is NOT for everyone

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2013 April 13: Reasons why we as lesbians (not all lesbians) shun +HIV people…

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2013 May 19: There’s beauty in aging

Photographic – PORTFOLIO
Focus: People
by Collen Mfazwe

In May 2013, I started working on this special project which is about old persons who are residents at the Daveyton Old Age Home, Johannesburg.

They are men and women whose identities/ gender expression is only known by thyselves. They are grandmothers and grandfathers or probably great-great grandparents to some of us. I love them and curious about their history but mostly family backgrounds.
I’m still doing my research and photographing at the same time. I will make sure that each person’s life story is included so that I humanize them as our living ancenstors.

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makhulu 5_1247

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makhulu6 taking a midday nap_1281
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matron & patient @ Daveyton home of the aged_1187

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I decided to work on this particular project because I’ve never seen or do not know any old black lesbian over the age of 60 before and was wondering what will become of me/ us when we reach an age that some of the individuals in this series are in.

To me they are as important as our ever celebrated fellowmen like the likes of Mr Nelson Mandela and others.
They have probably contributed a great deal to our Freedom but did not gain popularity.
This is my journey…

I’m thankful to the home management for giving me the opportunity to work on this project.

To be continued.

Previous by Collen

2013 May 20: Nqobile Zungu & Collen Mfazwe’s album

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2013 April 17: Collen’s black & white album

Posted on April 18, 2013
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2012 May 14: Expelled from school due to mother s sexuality???

by Lynne Carrol

I’m sitting here and looking at my exam timetable, stressing on my study schedule.

So I can’t imagine in this hectic time being expelled at school just because my mother is a lesbian.

A young boy from Mpumalanga is facing expulsion from Secunda Highveld Christian School because his parents are a married lesbian couple. They have been told to split or the child will be expelled, this story made headlines in South Africa and abroad last week. The principal together with a pastor present called the two mothers to the school and told them their sexuality is “problematic”. Now I fail to understand why people use religion to discriminate. Doesn’t the Bible says “Thou shall not judge”.

The South African Constitution protects us in this country.

It states every child has a right to education.

People shouldn’t be discriminated based on their sexual orientation. Same sex marriages are legal, have been since 2006 in South Africa.

Even if the parents do split up, it will just add on to the long list of single parents and it will not stop the two women from being lesbian. This boy has dealt with the worst kind of child abuse; facing the possibility of losing one of his mums.

His right to education is being threatened. I mean, I get that they are homophobic but depriving an innocent child of his “future”.

What does his mother being a lesbian have to do with his abilities to learn?
To be a productive member of society.

My mother is a lesbian and is openly lesbian if I may say so.  I grew up around the gay community and I have never experienced that sort of discrimination anywhere not even at school.  I’ve never been expelled and I don’t think it would be fair for me to be expelled because of my mother’s sexual orientation.
I also wonder what support is the lesbian couple getting from other black lesbian mothers who might or not going through the same dilemma.
Am worried that many children have suffered silently at schools in South Africa, either because they are young homosexuals who do not have the power to express themselves in front of homophobic educators, or fearing of being bullied by other schoolmates who might be heterosexuals.
With this reflection I’d like to call upon all children born by same sex partners either married or not to join forces with me and end homophobia directed at lesbian, bisexual, transgender  and intersex youth.
* We don’t want to suffer due to one’s sexuality or gender expression. I don’t want to see any person like me be denied education because of his or her mother or father’s sexuality or gender expression.
* Let us do away with any phobias: Racism; Homophobia; Lesbophobia; Xenophobia in South Africa; Africa and beyond borders.

Read more on the article published by Sowetan newspaper on 2nd May 2013, titled

Lesbian couple’s son faces expulsion

Legally married Samantha, 27, and Kally Mabe, 26, told The Star newspaper that they were called to a meeting with the principal of Secunda Highveld Christian School and were told their homosexuality was problematic…

About Lynne

Lynn is a 17 year old person who doesn’t like to be gendered and very conscious minded  and have some understanding about basic LGBT politics in South Africa.
Currently doing Grade 11 at a high school in Heidelberg.

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2013 May 25: Obsessed about Thandiswa Mazwai

2013 May 25:    Loving Thandiswa Mazwai

The much loved Thandiswa during her performance at Bassline…

2013.05.25:

The night we never forget was when Thandiswa Mazwai performed at Bassline, Newtown. Johannesburg during the Africa Day celebration.
One of the female music lover could not contain her love for King Tha, she even threw her bra on stage… expressing her obsession.
God knows who that was…
Not only is she a good musician but has Feminist sense/s as well.
She is probably the solo artist of our times to be so generous and work tirelessly with a women’s band.
Thandiswa, we love you!!!

Photos by Zanele Muholi

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