Third time lucky?!

Guess who has been a naughty boy...

So I had the most amazingly lekker weekend! It was so much fun and now I have so much work to do until next Friday that I am gonna declare an official code red status in my life.

Bleh!

Actually, WAIT! I don't mind - I LOVE WHAT I DO SO MUCH!!!! It is not work. It is creating art. Wow! I am such a lucky boy. I do what I love.

Nway back to naughty boy Joshy. I had the flat warming on Friday, remember?! Well let us just say we kinda robbed a liquor store. (Legal drinking age in SA = 18) Between the 7 of us we had:

5 liters of punch
3 bottles vodka
2 bottles champagne/sparkling wine
1 bottle wine
A few beers after we decided to go to a club...

Sounds like new years, right?! Well it basically was for me...haha! By ten the security had called and gave us a warning for making too much noise. This was after a girl broke down the bathroom door ahahah! So random. She is so petite we didn't think it possible. This same girl later the evening rolled down a hill for about a minute. We were laughing so hard we just let her roll to the end of it. It was priceless!

Got quite a surprise when a police van pulled up next to us. But soon we heard they are just scouting the area for some fucking drug dealers or whatever. Yay SA! Lolz!

Nway, the best part of the night had to be my new fav pardy trick! Before we left for the club someone appointed me as "Vodka boy". This entailed me walking around and pouring ludicrous amounts of vodka down willing people's throat. I was like "And what do I get out of it?" The answer: "A kiss"... So then I got the idea: Every person that takes a sip has to kiss me.

So this one girl took a sip. We kiss. The next one lined up. We kiss. Then the third one was a boy. I was LIKE FUCK YEAH!!!! I gave him vodka. I Look at him. He smiled. I went in for the kill. Lol! It was honestly kinda hot and not as slutty as it sounds. Meh, all in good fun though!

Haha the same girl that did all those stupidly funny thing during the night apparently thought this too much for her so while I was on top of the boy she came running towards me screaming: "No no no lol don't don't...ur bi ur bi!" At this point the entire room broke into wild laughter haha shame she is so sweet. She isn't a homophobe though I think she was just shocked cause she didn't know about me and she was one of the girls that I had kissed.

OoOoOO, btw I was the boy's first guy action ever. Yay me - I broke in a boy! Gosh, he was lank hot! Grrrrr!

Fuckz what a great night!

On Saturday they all came to my town and we went out again, but we all got tired and went home early. Was still fun. One of my (str8) guy friends slept over and it was all fun! Then today I had to visit all my other friends cause I won't be seeing them soon. So it took me 5 trips to go round everyone. I feel blessed to even say that. I have so much friends. I love them.

Life is good.

Peace and love,

xXx

My heritage: An introduction to kissing

As I said I'm gonna do a few posts on my culture/heritage.

As a white Afrikaans speaking male from SA I am considered a Afrikaner. Or colloquially known as a Boer. For those of u that is not familiar with this subject (most of u lol) I will go into detail about this in a next post.

However I would like to explain something to u that sheds light not only on me, but also my culture. They kiss. They hug. When we say hello: they kiss and hug. When we say goodbye: they kiss and hug. Luckily for me being male and all I get to only shake the hands of the men.

This is not working for me. At all. I use to go along with it. But no more. I have a complete balance between extroversion and introversion. Most people that know me would kill themselves laughing if they read this. I come accross as an uber-extravert. In fact I often, to my own disbelive, discover that I am shy. Weird. I can stand on stage and perfrom in front of a crowd of 1000's. But don't introduce me to a group of distant relatives. It freaks me out.

And then the kissing. Bleh! I can't do it. It is gross. And I always feel the need to wash my hands after shaking hands with all the men. I'm not a germaphobe. but eeuq I dont know where the fuck those hands were.

Now this is were "the problem" gets more intricate. They (the kissers, the hugger, the boers) do not get this. Thus, I shy away from greeting. I come in after everyone has settled in and just announce myself briefly to the room and before engaging in conversation. Also when i sense that people are getting ready to leave I disapear. Hahah I'm such a bad boi!!!

But they notice it. They sense it. The awkwardness of me taking an old ladies hand and shaking it is so out of the normal "prosedure". That look they would get that they try to conceal. Is it shock? Or disbelieve? Confusion? They kinda get mmmm offended is the wrong word. It's like they sniff that I'm not from of breed. Lol!!!!

Maybe I am putting to much thought into this. But geez I don't wanna kiss an old distant senile relative that can't even pronounce my name and forgot to put in her dentures.

Anyway, I don't wanna put them down. The Boers are an amzingly kewl bunch of naively great down-to-earth hardworking people (who just happens to be blinded by their ways). All in all they are good people. They stive to be. (Lol even though their track record is seriously stained, eh?)

I just wish they could see the error of their ways.
AND more importantly stop fucking kissing me!!!!!

Haha, peace and love!

xXx