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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8AQ308eip7ImA9WhRUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:20:42.372+02:00</updated><category term="change" /><category term="love" /><category term="life" /><title>Lesbian, Black and African</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is on my thoughts, my views, my passions, love and life as a lesbian woman living in South Africa, Not yet FREE!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LesbianBlackAndAfrican" /><feedburner:info uri="lesbianblackandafrican" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICRnw_eSp7ImA9WhZUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-262301399761230104</id><published>2011-06-09T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:19:27.241+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T15:19:27.241+02:00</app:edited><title>Finding love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/262301399761230104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=262301399761230104" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/262301399761230104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/262301399761230104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/B_pviGthnJI/finding-love.html" title="Finding love" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I remember growing up, everything was so easy in my mind and I thought it would happen exactly as i desired. I'd finish school, graduate from tertiary, get a job, earn lots of money, buy a car, buy a house and find the woman of my dreams, have our two children and live happily ever after! It was all so clear and possible and then oneday, with every year adding onto my age...reality was harder 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YabCliu1Af8AG6H3Dw3y-Fg3uNs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YabCliu1Af8AG6H3Dw3y-Fg3uNs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/B_pviGthnJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGQn44cSp7ImA9WhZUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-6067777404866388975</id><published>2011-06-08T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:02:03.039+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T17:02:03.039+02:00</app:edited><title>My base is strong</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/6067777404866388975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=6067777404866388975" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6067777404866388975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6067777404866388975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/na7WL369Jj0/my-base-is-strong.html" title="My base is strong" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My base is strong
The wind has tried to blow me from side to side
Life has tried to rattle me
women have tried to break me but...
my base is strong

Society has tried to wrong me
Men have tried to cut me down
Pain has tried to kill me but...
my base is strong

My human soul has almost given up
My weak heart has almost failed to beat
My brittle body has almost shut down but...
my base is strong


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l0lq8dSwETKPSnOrEqNUzib-LGY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l0lq8dSwETKPSnOrEqNUzib-LGY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/na7WL369Jj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-base-is-strong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YAQn4yeSp7ImA9WhZUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-521015086628786783</id><published>2011-06-07T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:59:03.091+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T15:59:03.091+02:00</app:edited><title>"C" seems to be my favourite letter lately :-)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/521015086628786783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=521015086628786783" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/521015086628786783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/521015086628786783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/DJ3S7mWbSBs/c-seems-to-be-my-favourite-letter.html" title="&quot;C&quot; seems to be my favourite letter lately :-)" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've been seeing a beautiful woman for a short while now; she's wonderful, everything that I love in a woman; sweet, sexy, intelligent, opinionated, loving, straight forward, says how she feels all the time...of course we all have our issues that we carry with us but those are things you discover about a person as you get to know them everyday and take them as they come. 

Now that I’ve told you 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-BR-eKgBLco8geNtLGuBPt2ld0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-BR-eKgBLco8geNtLGuBPt2ld0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/DJ3S7mWbSBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-seems-to-be-my-favourite-letter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CRXY-eCp7ImA9WhZSFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-3649360976062003151</id><published>2011-04-01T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:44:24.850+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-01T14:44:24.850+02:00</app:edited><title>A new kind of love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/3649360976062003151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=3649360976062003151" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3649360976062003151?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3649360976062003151?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/xWNM_XN3Kr4/new-kind-of-love.html" title="A new kind of love" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Love and Sex or Love with Sex or Sex then love or Love then Sex...which ever way you look at it, it's one of those discussions that can probably go on forever. Is it possible to mistake sexual attraction for love and how do you know when you've fallen for someone and it's not influenced by the sex. Can love really not be influenced by sex?You meet a gorgeous woman, you are already attracted to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RlBvhymONuhOeoIK2FuTEdUZ27M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RlBvhymONuhOeoIK2FuTEdUZ27M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/U7Vt7TTr_jM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-curious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUARng9fSp7ImA9Wx9bFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-4446106981679223767</id><published>2011-02-25T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:24:07.665+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T00:24:07.665+02:00</app:edited><title>The unexpected</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/4446106981679223767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=4446106981679223767" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4446106981679223767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4446106981679223767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/QJMcrt8s9WQ/unexpected.html" title="The unexpected" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">She crept into my heart and I didn't know what hit me. Here I was taking a break from relationships and love, little did I know that you can't dictate the terms for your heart and love. I should have known better, being the love goddess that I am. So who is this thief? You might ask...she is the figure that brings a dance to my soul, she is the music notes in a song that has caressed my soul, she
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ROzGkDcd5-fKJ4I-8pPN0LEgACM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ROzGkDcd5-fKJ4I-8pPN0LEgACM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/QJMcrt8s9WQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2011/02/unexpected.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERn0_fSp7ImA9Wx5SEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-8277800747949385253</id><published>2010-08-06T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:30:07.345+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-06T17:30:07.345+02:00</app:edited><title>When Venus meets Venus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/8277800747949385253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=8277800747949385253" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/8277800747949385253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/8277800747949385253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/r7FmLDSMdmI/when-venus-meets-venus.html" title="When Venus meets Venus" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">It’s always been said that men are from Mars and Women from Venus but what happens when Venus meets Venus?At times just when you think you know what’s happening with your life and you sit back and let it just flow, you are awakened by some unexpected force. I remember the first time I was swept off my feet; I was looking around for this man that will appear and just steal my heart, little did I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MmRqqAL5xcY4RC4PQBmLzlCMWVU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MmRqqAL5xcY4RC4PQBmLzlCMWVU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/r7FmLDSMdmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-venus-meets-venus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDSHY7cCp7ImA9Wx5SEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-4146845563442140402</id><published>2010-08-06T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:42:59.808+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-06T15:42:59.808+02:00</app:edited><title>The invisible pain</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/4146845563442140402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=4146845563442140402" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4146845563442140402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4146845563442140402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/AYyNIlkoz44/invisible-pain.html" title="The invisible pain" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Have you ever walked around and looked at the people passing by and wondered what they’re thinking about, what they’re feeling, what their lives are like or what’s going on in their hearts? I do.When I read the newspaper or watch the news and see the pain that people go through, I’m taken aback to thinking about my life, my family, my experiences. We walk around carrying scars in our hearts and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cB8asz9HzjrMtvD3xpwxpzVN7PU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cB8asz9HzjrMtvD3xpwxpzVN7PU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/AYyNIlkoz44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2010/08/invisible-pain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMQX05eip7ImA9WxNWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-3969958703151431137</id><published>2009-10-09T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:26:20.322+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T13:26:20.322+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>When life throws you a curve ball</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/3969958703151431137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=3969958703151431137" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3969958703151431137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3969958703151431137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/S3zoqOxTWUo/when-life-throws-you-curve-ball.html" title="When life throws you a curve ball" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html"> 	&amp;lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&amp;gt; 	  I recently experienced a change in my life, I saw it coming and saw the foundation being laid but I never anticipated the level of deceit and devious ways that people turn to when they want their own way. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned in my adventurous life – it’s that every curve ball thrown at you, turns you onto a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j4MmRYYOh6iYFDQn3pvhwcYvXqw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j4MmRYYOh6iYFDQn3pvhwcYvXqw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/S3zoqOxTWUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-life-throws-you-curve-ball.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HRnY_eSp7ImA9WxVWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-9014191825629616773</id><published>2009-02-24T09:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:17:17.841+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-24T09:17:17.841+02:00</app:edited><title>Why ‘Coming Out’?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/9014191825629616773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=9014191825629616773" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/9014191825629616773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/9014191825629616773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/nYxAReAO2K4/why-coming-out-just-other-day-i-was.html" title="Why ‘Coming Out’?" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Just the other day I was thinking about the whole idea of coming out and how I broke the news to my parents about my sexual orientation.I let my memories take me all the way back to my childhood and the games we played as kids. I was always so jealous and overprotective of my female friends, some would say possessive but to me it was just caring and loving my friends too much, maybe just a little
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-fsqHthUPmPcSj9VedyyMYEOt4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-fsqHthUPmPcSj9VedyyMYEOt4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/nYxAReAO2K4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-coming-out-just-other-day-i-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQH4yfip7ImA9WxRbFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-8432448277064754301</id><published>2008-12-05T18:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:39:51.096+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T18:39:51.096+02:00</app:edited><title>Why women might never rule the world</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/8432448277064754301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=8432448277064754301" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/8432448277064754301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/8432448277064754301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/oQGvJ3xnGBg/why-women-might-never-rule-world.html" title="Why women might never rule the world" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I used to get angry when I heard the saying “This is a man’s world” and when guys at tertiary would tell us that women would never be leaders because we’re too emotional and think with our hearts instead of our heads, ‘til just this past Saturday, I refused to listen to this notion.I set in a room packed with women of all classes and prominence and yet sitting in that room I felt ashamed and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyJBfLsd0AMjGy9RCXhzoRjY-8I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyJBfLsd0AMjGy9RCXhzoRjY-8I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/oQGvJ3xnGBg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-women-might-never-rule-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNR3Y6eip7ImA9WxdSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-6818644587260632925</id><published>2008-05-21T10:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:59:56.812+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-21T10:59:56.812+02:00</app:edited><title>The lost Continent</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/6818644587260632925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=6818644587260632925" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6818644587260632925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6818644587260632925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/HlXJkp6YeoU/lost-continent.html" title="The lost Continent" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0GXS9DNrQs/SDPkOQ1l4kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5r636646P6k/s72-c/DSC00836.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">Ten days ago, sitting in my flat, I would have never thought that the country I was once proud of would spin out of control in the way that it has.The hatred and barbaric behaviour that South Africans have shown, is quite clear to me that we’ve lost respect for each other and the personhood. Why do I say the ‘personhood’? It’s because if we saw each other as human beings first, all these crimes 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VKH1FsrYdDOIU6NG45DFw7MjdC0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VKH1FsrYdDOIU6NG45DFw7MjdC0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/HlXJkp6YeoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-continent.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAERnw-cSp7ImA9WxdSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-6045219328328250177</id><published>2008-05-19T14:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:05:07.259+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-21T11:05:07.259+02:00</app:edited><title>Cry my beloved Country</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/6045219328328250177/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=6045219328328250177" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6045219328328250177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/6045219328328250177?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/anhV7aHBurQ/cry-my-beloved-country.html" title="Cry my beloved Country" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">What has happened to this once beautiful country and its people? I’m asking this with my head hung in shame; it is painful and heartbreaking to see our people being reduced to animals like this.I was once a proud South African but now I’m even ashamed to be called one or be associated with this country. As a person that travels a lot to other African countries, I’ve never as a foreigner in their 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xOueFZXx-_rnp9S7ZhlJbnU7ucs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xOueFZXx-_rnp9S7ZhlJbnU7ucs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/anhV7aHBurQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2008/05/cry-my-beloved-country.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AQ3k5eSp7ImA9WxZbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-4692720525297987115</id><published>2008-04-18T15:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:10:42.721+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-18T16:10:42.721+02:00</app:edited><title>The existence within me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/4692720525297987115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=4692720525297987115" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4692720525297987115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/4692720525297987115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/t401aZQYCuY/existence-within-me.html" title="The existence within me" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0GXS9DNrQs/SAin0FaBMoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H5f73MHfADE/s72-c/Us.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">Ever wondered what this thing called love is? Many times I’ve set and wondered and ended up more confused than I was when I began thinking about it.I look at all the people I’ve been with in the past and that I’ve loved or atleast I thought. I’ve toyed with the feeling for years searching for goosebumps, my heart to skip a beat, my knees to go weak or to think about nothing else but the person 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/phuRMzRGXBNmsxht0Z9lgWil7LY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/phuRMzRGXBNmsxht0Z9lgWil7LY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/t401aZQYCuY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2008/04/existence-within-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YHQ3Y5eip7ImA9WBFXGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-3894832784742458029</id><published>2007-03-26T04:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:58:52.822+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-03-26T16:58:52.822+02:00</app:edited><title>Life’s mysteries</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/3894832784742458029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=3894832784742458029" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3894832784742458029?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/3894832784742458029?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/hrX4D8oGXkY/lifes-mysteries.html" title="Life’s mysteries" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Ever wondered what life was all about or what the purpose of this rollercoaster is? I do it all the time and as expected, I never find the answer. At times I think that’s exactly the point, for us never to know the answer to this question and to live life to its fullest trying to find answers.A couple of months back, after the break up with my fiancée. I found myself asking myself this elusive 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LoECRTpZmjN2SJ_TK3T3bFund9I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LoECRTpZmjN2SJ_TK3T3bFund9I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/hrX4D8oGXkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-mysteries.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASXczeip7ImA9WBBWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-5124195802760655828</id><published>2006-12-05T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:50:48.982+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-05T11:50:48.982+02:00</app:edited><title>My Birthday!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/5124195802760655828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=5124195802760655828" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/5124195802760655828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/5124195802760655828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/KCBT6ObkL3o/my-birthday.html" title="My Birthday!" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f0GXS9DNrQs/RXU5bR8v3KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_i92ua1PAvI/s72-c/Photo-0001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Today is my birthday, I’m turning 28! What a year it’s been…and here I am still alive and going strong. I’ve had my share of up and downs, lost friends and family and loved ones but then again that’s just life and the show must go on.My first birthday wishes at exactly 12am came from my two sisters (my babies)…I was so happy and excited, It took me a while to get back to sleep ;-) Only these two 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJNkZ62NyF3sa2VM8T2yZBh_ups/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iJNkZ62NyF3sa2VM8T2yZBh_ups/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/KCBT6ObkL3o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQnY7fSp7ImA9WBBRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-116039697984553532</id><published>2006-10-09T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:10:23.805+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-01T15:10:23.805+02:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 5: Making new friends</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/116039697984553532/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=116039697984553532" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/116039697984553532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/116039697984553532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/EbAoUIP9D4Q/chapter-5-making-new-friends.html" title="Chapter 5: Making new friends" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">After my break up, I spent a lot of time visiting my friend Ndu in Newcastle. We had a great time together, he was a brother to me who knew of my sexual orientation, my ups and downs with women and was very accepting and supportive. I could talk to him about everything, even the nitty-gritty details of my sex life.When we met at technikon we were just friends and had gone through a lot together, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yxNzoPTWmw8kLAANUTxyVB15qOQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yxNzoPTWmw8kLAANUTxyVB15qOQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/EbAoUIP9D4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2006/10/chapter-5-making-new-friends.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQnk_eSp7ImA9WBBRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-116039684722963253</id><published>2006-10-09T14:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:10:23.741+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-01T15:10:23.741+02:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 4: Back in JHB</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/116039684722963253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=116039684722963253" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/116039684722963253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/116039684722963253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/TC82vm1tUPw/chapter-4-back-in-jhb.html" title="Chapter 4: Back in JHB" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Here I was back home, jobless, still missing my ex-girlfriend from Durban but because I had told myself I needed to go on with my life, one Sunday morning I decided to go to a gay church and there she was this beautiful mature woman, singing in the church choir. Needless to say I went to church every Sunday after that. I was told she had a partner already so I tried to back off but the urge was 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJbgf2xXCmUiow5cAL8lz852bfI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aJbgf2xXCmUiow5cAL8lz852bfI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/TC82vm1tUPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2006/10/chapter-4-back-in-jhb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQng8fyp7ImA9WBBRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-114742243643833748</id><published>2006-05-12T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:10:23.677+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-01T15:10:23.677+02:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 3: Religion and my sexuality</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/114742243643833748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=114742243643833748" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/114742243643833748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/114742243643833748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/_kAx30-sP_8/chapter-3-religion-and-my-sexuality.html" title="Chapter 3: Religion and my sexuality" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I grew up in a catholic church, went to a catholic Primary School and never missed Sunday Mass. I used to spend my spare time reading the bible at times because I found it very intriguing. Here is a book that most people claim to live by and those that don’t, are basically doomed to hell. The bible is no.1 when it comes to instilling fear in people.Now as a young girl growing up in Soweto and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vlXFjyaf6W92OIxCD7MN6_uFSJQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vlXFjyaf6W92OIxCD7MN6_uFSJQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~4/_kAx30-sP_8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/2006/05/chapter-3-religion-and-my-sexuality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQng6eCp7ImA9WBBRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19297549.post-114673767634164173</id><published>2006-05-04T12:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:10:23.610+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-01T15:10:23.610+02:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 2: Enter Adulthood</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sexualityinafrica.blogspot.com/feeds/114673767634164173/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19297549&amp;postID=114673767634164173" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/114673767634164173?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19297549/posts/default/114673767634164173?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LesbianBlackAndAfrican/~3/OHO1Xi-xTLg/chapter-2-enter-adulthood.html" title="Chapter 2: Enter Adulthood" /><author><name>Sky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632622513048299938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv1CCoyi6qs/Te4wibyKmDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C17UCjnvQjw/s220/DSC01080.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">That relationship lasted for a year.It was an experience I will never forget. The beauty of a woman does not necessarily make her a beautiful person inside and sometimes even though she is beautiful inside…that beauty is concealed by a lot of baggage. I learned the hard way, had my heart broken in the process but emerged a stronger woman and even more determined to find my queen.There I was 
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