This is the day I make you mine - a tale of a lesbian wedding.

Intense activity

There was a frantic bustle about the place.
Everyone was busy with a chore, some cooked, others blew air into purple and white balloons, where as others like either one of the brides chased their tails, too nervous to sit still even for a second.
They barely sat still in make-up, and even later, when the magic was done and they looked gorgeous even if rather pale, they still paced amidst constant -" relax or you will ruin your make-up-s".

Lady in white...how lovely you look.

The two brides both wore white, Jen in a flowing white skirt and lacy top and Toni in an elegant shirt and pants. They were a sight for sore eyes.
As they walked up the petal strewn path holding hands to "when all the saints..", Toni kept telling Jen to slow down under her breath, the storm that had caused worried upward glances earlier was literally over but dark clouds interchanged with white and blue wispy and kept worry lines and smiles respectively on everyone's face.

The holy place

They stood under a canopy of purple and white, a pedestal of flowers on each end thanks to a beautiful friend - and promised each other love, perseverence and togetherness.
" i will love you when it's hard and when you laugh and when tears stream down your face", they promised in as many words and more.
They held each others hands and slide gold bands as a symbol of their commitment onto each others fingers as their friends and family watched and softly said..." I do"
Their feet were bare, their hearts were full, the day was mostly a blur as John Legend at some point sang his lungs out -  ""stay with you"

Let's drink and dance to that.

The birds were lovely, everyone left with one as a reminder of the beautiful thing they had just witnessed.
After all was said and done, it was time to dance, and so they did....
They still love to dance with each other sometimes and other times, their eyes do all the dancing as they playfully call one another wife.


Realia...or is it?

Levorna the flower robber mastermind and her mignonnes.

The plan

I thought mignonnes was too cool although slightly off topic.
I know i am giving too much away through the title but i think  it sounds as dangerous as it should.
I have been on a very destructive course of action lately, well Toni’s opinion any way, i think it will go just fine.
Have you seen the flowers this spring/summer? Tempting right? I know... – especially if like me you are planning a wedding on a tight budget.
Just right for the picking, that’s where my mignonnes and i come in – Rowan volunteered a name, i have to say i love that child’s mind, the ideas she comes up with make a mother proud.
Toni will drive the gateaway car, whether i have to tie her to the steering wheel first, screaming and kicking.
She has this funny idea about us getting caught, i think it’s bollocks, the plan is fool proof.
As she waits in the getaway car, Rowan and I will make for the flowers, I will cut as Rowan holds the tissue covered basket.


We will be dressed in black so no one can recognise us.
If the popo come, I will run off in one direction and meet my horse at the corner - another one of Rowan's smart ideas - as she makes for the car and the two of them get away, either that or she stands around looking lost and mumbles something about an early Halloween costume try out.
Rowan thinks i should go to gym and get my running up to speed – so to write, i already know how i should run away however, it’s very funny, i wish i could show you but picture a happy but slightly deranged trot/canter.
Oh i think i left out the laugh, as i trot/canter away, i will laugh my evil laugh, goes something like this – ahaha-ahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - cough cough, with standard evil glint in eyes.
We were thinking about the News Headlines – see we’ve thought of everything, not only will we score free flowers, we will also acquire fame while doing it.
"Gang of two and a half women/men and girl/boy/alien/thing – they won’t be able to tell coz we will be entirely in black – terrorises joburg gardens/parks. All shouldn’t panic however as they seem to only be targeting white roses"  – they will go on to give details of how we operate.

What could go wrong

Rowan finds the whole plan exciting and scary at the same time and thinks her mastermind mother is too awesome.
Toni’s every concern is that i will get caught and chucked in jail and won’t make it out in time for the wedding...she worries too much.
I think if it comes to that , we can talk to the warden about a wedding there – duno how our friends will feel about that but it will surely separate the chaff from the real deal if nothing else – so there’s absolutely zilch to worry about.



Midnight confessions

'Hey angel...' Tan whispered softly as she crept into bed.
'Hey...' Mojo mumbled sleepily, her eyes closed but her arms reached out to hold her lover.
'you are cold...poor baby...come here'
'it's freezing out there..' Tan slid easily into Mojo's open arms, 'mmmh.. but it's so warm in here'
'is it now..' Mojo teased, her leg pulling Tan closer to her.
'mmh-uh' Tan just purred like a satisfied cat.

On the other side of town

Yuli leaned against the bar in Roxy's - a popular lesbian spot in town and surveyed the room with a bored air, 'the crowd gets younger each time,' she thought to herself contemplating leaving.
She took a slow swig from her beer and gently put it back onto the counter.
Her eye caught that of a girl who looked no older than twelve, who had been staring at her for a while now and she quickly looked away, not wanting to encourage the poor thing.

She obviously did not look away quickly enough for seconds later the young thing was planted firmly in front of her, had she moved an inch, their lips would have touched.
'i love you..' the young thing said with puppy eyes, complete with an index finger in her mouth - with what was supposed to be a seductive look.
Yuli contemplated several replies but lacked the enthusiasm to say them out loud.
Oh for pete's sake am too old for this shit..' she said under her breath.'excuse me,' she continued loudly as she maneuvered her way around the child, avoiding body contact.
'here, buy yourself a drink', and placing a few bills on the counter Yuli walked out into the cold night.

Let's do it

'Marry me...'Mojo said half asleep.
'what was that?' 
'marry me', the two words were loud and clear in the silence of the night.
'i said..'
'i heard you...' Tan said gently.
'and..' Mojo said impatiently, the sleep gone for now.
' and i will marry you'
'so that's a yes then?'
They only managed to fall asleep again as the sun came up.
Mojo hummed Con te PatirĂ² as she closed her eyes with a smile on her face.


Somewhere in cyber space.

Raindrops on roses

Bren lay in the hospital room ,staring out into the rain ,hearing it pound on the roof relentlessly…she felt no peace that it bought in it’s wake ,her heart felt as clouded and crowded as the sky outside ,black and devoid of color. Joy always made her smile when she could but she had deadlines to meet and people to see, assignments to complete….though to be honest in the past those had never prevented her from spending a few moments of her day with Bren , in fact she had lived for those moments but not anymore…

Tentative steps

Lunar typed the words chat into her phone as she hummed cyber love  by Jason Derulo to herself, it was really amazing what one could find on the internet ,such an inexhaustible ocean of knowledge that she was planning to tap into to her ultimate pleasure. Prowords - she clicked the link with mounting excitement ,hardly read any of it and rushed to the part that said create account.

Username: Moon

Password: ******

Date of birth: December 1987

Location: Johannesburg South africa

And so on and so forth…

Let's rock and roll!

Soon she was done with her account creation and with in no time was ready to meet over a million other users that were residents of this site or so it said. She fumbled her way around ,unfamiliar with the new lingo that these people used - so many from all walks of life all joined by this virtual world that seemed so real, no color, no physical appearance based judgment ,just words on the screen that somehow connected souls, with those words ,acquaintances were made, Interspersed with chemistry, laced with understanding, love was found.


Look Tan, there’s a dead man on the stoep.


Evaluating the new year

Life had brought pleasant surprises with the new year, the love birds were not spring chickens anymore, they had laughed, fought, matured and laughed again.

Mojo and Tan continued to find each other incredibly cool and awesome, they still made each other’s hearts skip beats and race on. Even during those moments when they wanted to tear each other to pieces, they managed to remember the love they shared and declare it.

Bleh and Dana had survived the drama of the last year and continued to build their relationship hard brick by very hard brick, they had recently moved in together and that was going as well as could be expected but all were holding thumbs.

Look what the scenery dragged in.

One morning as Mojo and Tan drove to work, oh did I forget to mention? They moved in together, right before the year (2012) began. True to lesbian form I’m sure is what you are thinking…

Well Mojo , lesbian or not had a few curt words in response to that,’ there’s no time like the present’ and I tend to agree with her.

But let’s not get carried away, Mojo is saying something.

‘Did you see that?’ she asked Tan with childlike excitement in her voice.

‘No angel, I didn’t see it, I was trying not to drive us off the street and into some poor soul’s mid section, what was it?’ Tan replied with a mixture of impatient and tolerance for Mojo’s morning quizzes, she was used to them by now.

‘It looked like a man sleeping on the stoep on one of those metal benches, like you find at the park, either that or he is dead, and since dead appeals to the Sherlock in me, I will go with that, if it wasn’t for you driving like we are trying to get into formula 1, I might have seen clearly’. Mojo said mock irritably

Tan only managed a stern look in her direction,’ why don’t you remind me to slow down tomorrow, I’m sure it’s far from your dramatic expectations – probably someone who enjoys cooling off in the morning air or maybe they have trouble sleeping at night’.

‘I’m telling you, he is dead, they probably killed him and left him to rot, or maybe it’s a ghost, do you think it’s a ghost? He face was white and everything’ it was hard to break Mojo’s train of thought once she got going, the phrase ‘train of thought’ was coined with her in mind.

‘Ghosts don’t have white faces my angel, that is if they even exist’, replied Tan sensibly

The mystery of the dead man on the stoep remains unsolved.

The next day saw them racing past as did the next after that, since the week had drawn to a close, the mystery of the dead man on the stoep remained unsolved. In the meantime, they listened to Hallelujah by K D Lang, Mojo’s recent obsession, on the car radio and discussed the recent developments in Julius Malema’s trial.