5 Mar 2021

2020 was what could politely be referred to ‘a mess’.  Several things went incredibly wrong, and my life has changed permanently after the trails of the last year.  (My mother, my godfather, and my wife died within four months of each other–yes, I’m a mess) Least of which was that I had a technical error…

12 Dec 2020

Gentle reader – There is no easy way to say it, so I’m just gonna say it. My wife, Andrea, has died. After a hell of a struggle, she lost her battle with breast cancer. She was 44 years old. I know that humanity is curious. That’s okay. We all are. You want to know…

The Pleasure of Writing Wrongly.
9 Dec 2018

English is not my first language. While I have completely anglicised, my mother tongue is Afrikaans.  Out of my three serious relationships, my first two were with Afrikaans girls.  I only changed my home language to English once I moved in with Andrea. Having said that, I could speak conversational English from when I was…

15 Nov 2018

Every creative knows ‘The fear of the blank page’.  Whether you’re a writer, a painter, a sketch artist, a composer—or anyone of the countless creatives—you will know how intimidating a blank canvas can be. I know this fear very well – when there is something bubbling up and expelling it is non-negotiable.  But how, exactly? …

12 Nov 2018

Since I was a wee lad, three things were always present in my mind.  (It was only when I was much, much older, when I realised that any of these three, never mind the combination of all of them, is rather unique.  “You mean you do NOT think this way?”) The first one was a…

The Case For The Alpha Male
28 Oct 2018

Disclaimer: the blog which follows is an exploration of fictional characters and is not to be seen or interpreted as a psychological analysis of anything in real life. If the shoe fits, though… To begin, I would like to introduce the idea of “opposites”.  The opposite of “north pole” is “south pole”, but let’s face…

When Did You Know?
22 Oct 2018

Thanks to the way my life worked out, I had no alternative but to live out and proud as a kink since my early 30s.  My ‘deviant’ photography got some mainstream traction, and people—the people I would have assumed are vanilla and would have hidden my kink from—started asking questions.  And so it was that…