Behind GeeGee's Curtain: Taking a dip in the Dyke pond

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Social Butterfly: Spilled Pink at Amuse Café

So, what’s there to do on a Thursday night? In terms of alternative entertainment, something unique, but mind-blowing at the same time? That’s exactly what we got when myself, T, Sluticia and my assistant, Mel, went to check out all new all girl band, Spilled Pink!

The venue was quite cute, for lack of a better description. It’s small and intimate inside, although the space used for the stage was a little disproportionate. The décor very arty, with paintings and graphic art on display and on sale at Amuse café. And the outside section is ideal for a “kuier” and a few drinks with your mates.

I must admit it was a little weird seeing our friend Lizz behind a guitar instead of behind the decks as we’ve come to know her, but what a pleasant surprise. Lizz and Mickey together on guitar and vocals is a rare treat. Myself and T are both seasoned rockers and the first thing I heard T say when they started playing, was WOW, they’re amazing!

Now, local bands, especially musos in the acoustic scene, are a dime a dozen, so it’s hard for newcomers to truly grip an audience, to set themselves apart from the rest and to do something memorable, not only in the cover versions of popular songs they choose to perform, but having an original repertoire that speaks to the soul. And that, from what we’ve seen, is exactly what Spilled Pink has to offer. Mickey and Lizz have tremendous vocal ability that accompanies their talent as songwriters perfectly. Add to that some mad strumming skills and they’ve got the perfect recipe to rock your socks!

The Butterfly chart:

Venue: cccc

Crowd: ccccc (It was mainly Modern L crew, so we’re a little biased)

Bar: ccc

Vibe: ccc

Entertainment: ccccc

Song of the night: Trane (of course)

Even though this was an unforgettable experience, I do have two complaints:

Firstly, from what I experienced, and from what I could gather from the crowd, was that the Spilled Pink set was way too short. We wanted more, a lot more! Then, they didn’t play my favourite song, but they promised to make it up to me, so I’ll hold them to that!

In Loving Memory of Martha Mienie

On the 9^th of July 2012, Co-founder and Co-owner of The Modern L, Martha Mienie took her own life.

Our readers and followers might recognise her name from the brilliant articles, stories and letters she wrote, but for the most part, Martha flew below the radar and kept herself out of the spotlight, to give others a chance to shine. This was her nature. Kind, caring, helpful, intelligent, creative but at the same time, humble, giving, compassionate and selfless.

Martha on her wedding day

Martha was not only an imaginative writer, but an eccentric who loved the stage. She was well known as Feelerdown McBoy, a member of drag king crew, Androgeny, that made their stage debut at Detour and later went on to perform on stage at the Pink GirlFest. Her imagination and creativity shone through in the many projects she had attempted and it is because of her incredible intuition, ambition and sometimes just plain crazy ideas, that these projects were so successful.

Martha on stage at Pink GirlFest

That was Martha in the public eye. To me, Martha was my friend. And no one could have asked for a better friend than her. She was always there when others needed her, always dropped everything to help the people she loved and cared about, always made a plan to help those in need and always put her own dreams and desires on the backburner to please others.

Martha and I at a braai last year

My friend and partner has now left. And I stay behind and pick up the pieces. I’m sad, for myself, because the vacant space can’t be taken by anyone else but her, she was one of a kind and very special, and even though I miss her very much, I cannot judge her for wanting the pain, and heartsore to stop and for the demons and the noise to go away and I know she’s in a better place now, away from all everything that ate away at her, but it doesn’t make the pain go away or make me miss her less.

Martha and Dominique aka Feeler and Danny

Rest in peace my sweet friend, one day we’ll meet again…

“…I guess she thought I'd be a perfect resort because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth and
yes they're in shock they are panicked you and your chronic them and their drama
you this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion
if we were our bodies
if we were our futures
if we were our defenses I'd be joining you
if we were our culture
if we were our leaders
if we were our denials I'd be joining you
I remember vividly a day years ago we were camping you knew more than you thought you should know
you said "I don't want ever to be brainwashed" and you were mindboggling you were intense
you were uncomfortable in your own skin you were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful
if we were our nametags
if we were our rejections
if we were our outcomes I'd be joining you
if we were our indignities
if we were our successes
if we were our emotions I'd be joining you
you and I we're like four year olds we want to know why and how come about everything
we want to reveal ourselves at will and speak out minds and never talk small and be intuitive
and question mightily and find god my tortured beacon
we need to find like-minded companions
if we were their condemnations
if we were their projections
if we were our paranoias I'd be joining you
if we were our incomes
if we were our obsessions
if we were our afflictions I'd be joining you
we need reflection we need a really good memory feel free to call me a little more often…”

Our sincerest condolences go out to the people who truly loved and cared for Martha and we would like to thank everyone for their support during this difficult time. A special thank you from me goes out to Dominique for the shoulder and the friendship and kindness you showed to Martha, to Sharon for your insight and encouragement, to Hannah for checking up on me every day, to GeeGee and Straight Stella for letting me vent when things got too much, to Mari-Louise for standing by me through her own pain, Cindelicious for her support, my mom for always worrying too much, and to my fiancé, Lorette, a very big thank you from the bottom of my heart, for everything you did for me and for Martha. I appreciate all of you!

OurSeasons - Fire & Ice

OurSeasons is a collaboration between the 3 gay girl clubbing events in Jozi; 1^st Friday, Open Closet & Skin all partying under one roof!

The event that holds the record as the biggest gay girl clubbing experience in SA is happening the 28^th of July at Eden Nightclub in Rivonia. Eden is the newest night entertainment venue in Jozi. Fabulously designed interiors and sumptuous décor, complemented by state of the art lighting and sound technology, makes this the ultimate party venue. Situated on the corner of Mutual and Rivonia Boulevard.

Expect he following; 2 Dance floors… Fire & Ice. A ‘snow’ machine on the Ice dance floor. Syam will provide fire heaters to create the ambiance on the Fire dance floor. Jack Daniel’s Honey and Stoli vodka will be sure to warm up your inner fire.

Celebrity DJ’s; Koula (Highveld), Nicola da Silva (5fm), Ms Cosmo (Yfm), our very own Lindi Lush and Zai Maya will be rocking the dance floors with DJay Blend, Puggy, Tanzy, Lara T, Ree, Ice, Ts Ntsoaki and Beat-Slutz with Adel on drums!!!

 

 

Mesmerizing fire dancers will add to your entertainment pleasure, proudly sponsored by Hair Mosaic.

Enormous prizes are up for grabs!

- Pre marketing draw by tagging yourself on the flyer loaded on Facebook and adding your computicket reference number:

1x All inclusive Ski Trip to Lesotho sponsored by the Pink GirlFest for one lady.

1x Helicopter ride (30min) over Suikerbosrand Nature Reserve for 2 ladies.

1x Nights accommodation for 2 ladies sharing at the Fire & Ice Hotel , Melrose Arch.

- Prizes at the event:

1x  Fire Table Top Bio Oil Heater sponsored by Syam.

Alcohol promotion with spectacular prizes from the all new Jack Daniel’s Honey.

Entrance for this amazing event is R100.00 per lady and ticket sales are available at all computicket retailers. Door sales will also be available on the evening at R100.00 per lady. Please select one of the three gay girl events you’re a member of when purchasing tickets under ‘select number of tickets’ at computicket: http://online.computicket.com/web/event/ourseasons_fire_and_ice/648863017/0/48824932

Kindly note that this is a ladies only event. From the girls, for the girls…

Share this Link on Facebook, and stand a chance to win a double ticket to Ourseasons: Fire & Ice!

Poetry from the heart: My Vow

Another masterpiece by Marilize Beeton

Behind GeeGee's Curtain: Letties are just chicks too

When I was asked to write a column for The Modern L I was incredibly flattered and agreed without hesitation.  Ok, I’d had a few toots and I’d pretty much agree to anything with a few drinks under the belt, it really doesn’t take much to twist my rubber arm.  The next morning, along with my hangover, the angst hit and I thought ‘Oooooh fuckity fuck fuck!  What have I done?  A straight chick writing for a lesbian magazine?  You’re kidding, right?  Bitch, what the fuck were you thinking??’  After I’d calmed down to a panic I had a little think about it and realised that letties are chicks too – they just don’t like dicks – and they would probably enjoy a good goss and a good scandal like any straight woman would, the ones that admit it anyway.  Gawd knows, just the stories I’ve heard from my lesbian friends have shown me you guys tend to thrive on drama!  Kidding...  Ok, just a little bit...  I’ve had something weighing on my mind for a few months now and I thought what better place to vent than right here, especially since the chances of my ‘subject’ ever seeing it are pretty slim.  Here’s hoping she doesn’t turn lezzie in her middle aged years and suddenly follow the Modern L...

Sometime last year I hooked up with an old school friend when she found me on Facebook after we’d had no contact in over a decade.  The two of us were inseparable in primary and high school but when I moved out of town we lost contact because it was in the old days before cell phones were invented.  Anyway, shortly after we found each other again her husband of 25 years passed away and my heart went out to her in a way I’d never really experienced before.  It was absolutely heartbreaking beyond compare.  At his memorial her sister came to me and made me promise that I would spend a lot of time with her, invite her round, keep her distracted, that kind of thing...  A few of my friends warned me against it with that old platitude about widows wanting to steal other women’s men but I thought there is NO WAY she’s like that and she would never try that on with me even if she was.  Well...  Much to my undiluted horror I soon discovered that she takes that shit to a whole new level.  Seriously, her husbands’ ashes were still smouldering when she started hunting for dick!!

Everyone who knows me knows I value my privacy and I’m slightly allergic to the outside world, so most weekends are spent in our pub at home called ‘The Rabbit Hole’ with my husbands Himself and Hawtentawt.  There are a few other people that get invited regularly and they’ve been dubbed the ‘Merry Misfits’ so I thought it would be a great way to get her to meet new people and have some fun.  The very first time we had her round she got quite shitfaced (as one always does in The Rabbit Hole) and was full of beans, nothing at all wrong with that and she kept asking Himself to dance with her.  He’s not big on dancing but I made him do it because I reckoned the poor woman has lost her husband and obviously needs to feel a man’s arms around her and I genuinely didn’t mind.  Himselfs’ cousin was here that night, she is by far the most laid back person I know but at one point we were walking into the bar and Himself had his head down to hear what this woman was trying to say and I suspect his cousin thought they were snogging.  She’s never at a loss for words but at that moment she just rushed into the bar with a panicked shout of ‘Hey!!’  I’ve been with Himself for 27 years and God Bless that man, he is completely oblivious when girlies come onto him, but after that night he said to me, ‘Babe, I don’t think you should invite her round again, she’s a predator...’ long pause  ‘...a Pterodactyl.‘ 

Naturally I was on the floor and told him not to be silly so the next weekend we had her over again.  This time Hawtentawt was there too and she took one look at him and asked me if I thought he’d go ‘straight’ for one night.  I thought she was joking until Hawts told me she propositioned him and he nearly shat himself.  That night Hawtentawt crashed in the lounge so that she could have the bedroom and when I went to say goodnight to him he rocketed off the sofa with his eyes as big as saucers.  He thought it was Ptery coming to have her dirty way with him and after spending ages trying and failing to lock the lounge door to keep her out he was feeling rather uhm.... vigilant.  So, after that I had both my husbands giving me a hard time about inviting her over but I don’t tend to do what men tell me so I had her over again.  Hawtentawt suddenly came down with flu – funny that - so it was just the 3 of us.  Himself started yawning uncharacteristically early and made his way to the sofa leaving Ptery and I to have some ‘girl talk’.  We had a great night reminiscing about the old days and then she was venting and crying about what she’d been through, which was fine by me.  Isn’t that what friends are for?  I was exhausted and dying to go to bed but I didn’t feel I could leave her on her own so I was very happy when she told me she needs to go to sleep and we said our goodnights.  Little did I know that she had absolutely no intention of being on her own.  I went to check on Himself and he was out cold in front of the telly so I left him there and went upstairs.  Less than half an hour later he comes rushing into our room like he’s seen a ghost and tells me she went to wake him up, telling him I’ve abandoned her, she’s bored and wants him to ‘party’ with her!  I find all of this hysterical but the guys?  Not so much.  Bearing in mind that this woman is only about 5ft3 and 45kg’s soaking wet I find it highly amusing that these two strapping men are so terrified of her. 

I still felt bad about her being lonely , especially since she started calling my house her ‘home away from home’ so I came to an agreement with my husbands – if we ever invited her round in future we would have Tony Polony round too, to keep her *cough* busy.  Cool, done deal.  I still thought they were being silly seeing as she’d never met the Polony but agreed to go along with it just so I could still continue having her over.  I’ve known Tony Polony my whole life and although I wouldn’t call him the type of man whore for who even a warm puddle of mud would do, he comes pretty close and often regales us with tales of the bizarre situations he finds himself in.  His latest misadventure included being caught off guard and finding one hand tied to a bedpost with a cable-tie.  When he freaked out the woman he’d picked up took a side cutter to his pinkie toe and threatened to cut it off if he didn’t calm down!  He’s a confirmed bachelor so it’s all good if he wants to sow his wild oats.  To cut a long story short, that night he came into the Rabbit Hole from outside announcing with a rather bemused expression on his face that Ptery had just given him a blowjob in the garden.  Two hours later they disappeared into the guest room and nobody saw them again for the rest of the night.  Me, being me, clearly had to get the down low from him when I spoke to him a week later and he told me she nearly broke him, to the extent that he felt he needed to be hospitalised after that night.  I tend to believe him because after that he went on a 2 month long detox and we haven’t seen him since.  I think he suspects that she’ll be here when he comes over again, and he won’t be wrong.  I’m feeling very guilty for not having her over since, but my husbands will kill me if Tony Polony (or any other man) isn’t here too. 

Between us, I’m kinda over the whole thing and a little pissed off at the cheek of it all but there’s no way I’m going to admit to the guys that they were right and stop having her over...  No.  Bloody.  Way.  Unfortunately the only way I see this all ending is if I emigrate.  Or die.

So there you have it.  The latest mindfuck of a situation I’ve managed to get myself into in a nutshell.  Hope you enjoyed reading about it; after all, lezzies really are just chicks too!

Catch you in the comics

GeeGee xx