The Slutwalk

Hi Dolls,

Today’s I have finally forced myself to deal with the sexy, the bad and the ugliness of this post. Mainly because it so close to home in so many ways.

Living in a country where a girl child is more likely to get raped than she is to learn to read, rape is almost inevitable. As we struggle to protect our daughters, our mothers, our sisters, our lesbian counterparts and ourselves from this fate, our Justice system, fights against us, the victims in this emotionally physical gender war.

South Africa has some of the highest incidences of child and baby rape in the world.

This means that on average approximately one thousand three hundred women can be expected to be raped a day in South Africa.

Between 28 and 30 percent of adolescents reported that their first sexual encounter was forced.

http://www.rape.co.za/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=875

As we Cry our Beloved Country, a women is raped every 26 seconds.

South African Shock as alleged Rape Victim is charged: South African Human rights groups have expressed shock at  a decision to charge a 15-year-old alleged gang-rape victim with having underage sex – November 2010.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-11787895

And not to mention the huge problem with the sick prognosis that Lesbianism is a disease cured by corrective rape.

Aphiwe Ntshona a colledge student, Noxolo Nkosana was raped and stabbed twice and Banyana Banyana’s Eudy Simalane who like me was a soccer player but wasn’t so lucky, as her “Correction” ended her life so brutally it made South Africa stop and notice, but alas only for a few days and one of Eudy’s killers were only sentenced to 32 years. Really???

Being a soccer player (okay not to the magnitude of Banyana Banyana but a player none the less) a dizzy attraction to homosexuals and a penchant addiction to micro mini skirts, rape affects my everyday life as well as who I am because I am the result of a rape case.

So you can imagine my determination to take to the streets in one of my many little dresses to bravely take a stand against this Bullshit, that we have to deal with just because we are born with a vagina.

The Slutwalk originated in Toronto where thousands of mostly women marched to highlight what should be a painfully obvious fact to society: “Sexual assault is an act of violence by the perpetrator and not one asked for by the victim”

Today in 2011 South African police ask women reporting rape two accusing questions:

1.       What were you wearing?

2.       Where you drunk?

True Story.....

Some of us got our march weekends wrong and thought this was Gay pride....

Sade Giliberti thought the road was closed off for H2O....

The only time I have been happy to see these guys. I was very impressed to see a female copper donning fishnets as she patrolled.

The founder of Slutwalk Joburg.

Being interviwed!

For some reason some of my pics are not loading rotated but regardless of the crab's eye view, I couldn't leave this gem out.

Wish there had been a larger turnout but there's always next year.... Right dolls?

XOXO Cins....

Pictures by: Alvira Engelbrecht

My Father My Monster

So the book of the month for September is by our very own local author, Hawks spokesperson and Hunk extraordinaire, McIntosh Polela.

The Artist formerly known as McIntosh Nzimande.

But unlike P. Diddy, Puffy, Piddy and Prince, his name change was not to reinvent himself or trick younger fans.

Instead he captivated his audience and almost brought us to tears as he explained the journey of his childhood memoirs from Nzimande to Polela.

I was hoping to have finished reading the book before writing this post but  being the big cry baby that I am, I have been struggling to get through it’s painful pages.

Today, when I think back on McIntosh’s cheerful, confident face it’s almost impossible to deem that behind those bright smiling eyes is a story of torture such as this.

Or even how a well balanced, strong and driven individual could rise from a nightmare so inconceivable.

The Launch was just as successful as his book, bustling with the stench of importance as many respected public figures in the entertainment industry arrived for this event.

Now I am a book launch junkie and have yet to see an entire crowd silenced without even the clinking of a wine glass as  Katie Mohamed interviewed him. We were not only silenced but touched and inspired.

Having spotted Tshepo Maseko looking a little worse for wear, I realized that he too couldn’t contain his emotion... or his Maybelline Dream Matt Mouse foundation that was failing him.

I must say though having fallen in love with Parsons over the years I was thrilled at his warm acceptance to take a pic with me.

Myself, Adrian and my little sister Stacey Bonelle.

Mingled with the interesting and extremely friendly crowd afterwards where I met the most sparkling persona that belongs to a beautiful flawless face proudly peeking out of a mane of perfection. I am referring to SABC’s best kept secret, Adrian Abader, who stood protectively next to McIntosh.

Once I had convinced him that my initial intentions of jumping the Magnificent Mac the minute he stepped off the stage, had been aborted after hearing his moving story, he reluctantly allowed a closely guarded picture with the Big Mac.

Adrian also introduced me to his lovely fiancé Tebogo Theledi who he will wed in April next year as well as his gorgeous mini-Mac-me, Shadow.

Feisty News Anchor Chriselda Lewis and Journo Philile Masango were all sweet smiles and innocence when I found them stashed securely at the bar.

Nambitha Mpumlwana from Oscar-winning Tsotsi  with Katie Mohamed.

Photog: Alvira Engelbrecht

Well I must say *BBMWhewface* it’s been a crazy busy month for my photog and I, so look out for posts on all the naughty and nice things we have been up to.

XOXO Cins...