Realia

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?'

'YES!'

They only managed to fall asleep again as the sun came up.

Mojo hummed Con te Patirò 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.

A day in a lesbian's life: Look Tan, there’s a dead man on the stoep.

A day in a lesbian's life: Look Tan, there’s a dead man on the stoep

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.

The plot thickens.

The plan was to meet at Mojo's little flat, which she had recently moved into after staying with bleh for just over a month - before deciding on where to proceed from there.
That way, they would be killing two birds with one stone, getting tan to see mojo's humble aboard and getting their bearings figured out before venturing further into whatever path was opening for them.

Mojo was barely out of the shower when the phone started ringing and seconds later, tan announced her arrival, which undoubtedly set mojo off into a panicked frenzy of actions, the place was a mess, the bed unmade, she had to put some clothes on, after finding them ofcourse which was proving quite impossible a task.

She was finally ready and ran most of the way to the parking where tan was waiting patiently.

'sorry I took forever', she said, running fingers through her still wet hair and blushing.
'it's ok', tan said,putting out her cigarette with her foot and blushing back.
'had to do a bit of tidying up, take a shower....' she trailed off and started to lead the way back to the flat.
'i figured', tan had laughter in her voice.
'i like your bike' she said of tan's harley davidson.
Tan raised an impressed eyebrow,
'it's my baby'.
They walked on quietly.
'place was a mess...' mojo continued when the silence got too loud.
' my place gets that way too...' tan put forth in consolation.
Mojo smiled and felt herself relax towards this woman.
She stole quick looks when she thought her guest wasn't aware, noticing how shapely those denims made her ass look, and the exposed cleavage that tan had let slip accidentally on purpose.
She looked good,and the slight whiffs that came Mojo's way indicated that she smelt wonderful too.

The walk to the flat was fast.
Tan voiced all the polite platitudes on seeing it, Mojo had an eclectic collection of things from her journeys which tan took turns admiring.

'tea, coffee, juice?' she later offered.
Tan felt a boldness she could hardly explain.
' actually what I'd rather right now...'
She walked over to Mojo without a word and taking a speechless face into her palms proceeded to administer a short but thorough kiss.
'i've wanted to do that since we met', she said when it ended.

Mojo reached over and their lips connected again, not wasting time with words - being all for action herself.

They had to tear themselves away from the flat some 30 minutes later, knowing that things might get out of hand if they didn't and not really wanting to cross that bridge yet, Mojo had packed a picnic complete with a dry red wine and strawberries,
No doubt by the end of it,it was declared clearly and simply that a relationship had now began between Mojo and tan.

blossoming romance

Mojo looked every bit as distressed as she felt and sounded.
'i don't think you understand Bleh,' she put forth with emotion,' she is perfect, I simply have to get her!'

She had ran to Bleh's work as soon as the date was over and commenced on pouring her heart out.
'how come this is the first am hearing about this supernatural individual?', Bleh retaliated in an accusatory tone.
Mojo blushed,' I just didn't want to make a big deal of it in case she wasn't my type, there's just been so many..., but that is neither here nor there, help me, what do I do!?'

'have you two talked since you met?' Bleh tried to make sense of it.
'yes, we haven't stopped chatting since then. But it could be because she feels sorry for me', she dramatically rested her head in her palms and breathed deeply.
Something that was so unlike the cool and always collected mojo bleh knew.
'there is something about her Bleh, she is simply perfect'
'yes, you said that before' Bleh said sarcastically and mojo gave her a killer eye.
'what about her drew you so strongly?'
' could have been everything and nothing really, I think it's simply connection, chemistry, that typa crazy stuff, could have also been because she is gorgeous and has the most incredible laugh, or maybe it's because she is extremely smart - you know I can't resist those...'
'hmmm and it's pretty clear you can't resist her' Bleh stated obviously.
'duh!' was all mojo said in answer.

'when are you seeing her again?'

'next week',mojo said with impatience ,'it seems too far, am thinking that I Shd make sunday possible, although duty calls, I can make it happen with a little arm twisting here and there'.

Sunday did happen.

mojo finds her mojo

And it looked like mojo might not have long to wait. After going on several dates that ended very badly ; linda was a gold digger, or atleast mojo gathered after she asked her what work she did and how much it paid for the 10th time in the 30 minutes they'd spent together having coffee at bugattis . She left feeling very discouraged, linda was very hot unfortunately. Lihle was too loud, mojo kept blushing profusely as all the other occupants of spur kept staring at them because their conversation seemed open to the general public, she couldn't wait to rush off to work and breathed a sigh of relief when the clock finally ticked a blessed 2:45. she made for the door with promises of calling and setting up another date that she very well knew wouldn't happen. Kate had bad breath. Lee- ann had bad teeth and was squint eyed. The list was endless. Dana and eve advised that perhaps she was being alittle too judgemental and too fussy, the search for a mate was a tricky one. She was adamant that she would finally find someone who would leave her heart pounding for extra oxygen. Five weeks down the line she finally did. After chatting for some time, they finally decided to meet,tan was tall and spotted a ponytail, faded denims, a leather jacket, black boots and smoked like a chimney, coffee it was, they sat in news cafe and the two hours passed all too quickly, they laughed endlessly and had discussions about life and homosexuality and life as a homosexual and religion and the stars, the moon and the grass by the road side.
It was only when they decided to leave that it dawned on both of them that they needed to see eachother again.