Its an outrage!

A couple of weeks ago a website published nude photos of celebrity women Megan Good, Kim Kardashian, Vanessa Hudgens, Rihanna, Jenny McCarthy, Kate Bosworth, Mary-Kate Olsen, Avril Lavigne, Hayden Panettiere, Lake Bell and Gabrielle Union among others were published. For this and other stories follow this link.
http://www.forbes.com/sites/scottmendelson/2014/09/01/jennifer-lawrence-nude-photo-leak-isnt-a-scandal-its-a-sex-crime/

In my country, Zimbabwe videos of private intimate photos and videos have been published of Pokello Nare, the Miss Zimbabwe, Thabiso Phiri who then had to resign because of the photos leak, as well as Tinopona Katsande whose sex video with a boyfriend was also leaked on social media and sparked a media frenzy. The one thing common about these women is that they are intelligent beautiful women who are successful in their own respective rights. But suddenly they cannot penetrate the glass ceiling because they are viewed as little more that objects whose beauty has been reduced to fodder for pimply teens to jerk to.

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Yes the Leak of those sex videos and photos is not a scandal it is a crime. And not just a crime against the individuals involved but also a violation of women themselves. It is a crime of hate.it is an outrage
Why do I never see photos leaked of men with big bellies, and hanging everythings? Why????
Its like we have to apologise for being women, for being created the way we were.

I stand against this madness.

The Nod

Any girl who has ever navigated the murky waters of the dating game knows about The Nod. You know, when the girl is approved by the guy in question’s friends and significant others and the nod signals the go ahead that, for lack of better expressions, the girl is datable and or marriable. My question, worry rather, is do I want a guy who has to seek the approval of friends and significant others before they decide whether or not to date or marry me? If somebody cannot make that one simple decision on their own can I trust them with my heart? my life?‪

Its Tuesday, these sorts of musings come to my mind on Tuesdays for some reason.

I have a terrible dream

I have a terrible dream that someday people will go to church in their birthday suits under the pretext that God intended for us to be naked when he created us, that the future will be colonised by the monsters we have created in the name of advancement, that our minds will cease to function for any good because technology will be doing all the thinking for us, that I will be the generation that will be shot by my grandchild because I will be too much of a liability and that someday love, mercy, truth and joy will cease to exist as we know them.

‪‎I have a terrible dream.

Why I became a prostitute

Dear diary

Today I became a prostitute, I dressed like one, walked like one, ate like one, danced like one. I lived the reality of the life of the Commercial sex worker and have since resolved never again to judge anybody until I know what their story is. You cannot imagine what it is like to use the last dollar you have to buy beer so you can loosen up and dance for a male unappreciative audience and a female jealous one. Or what it is like to be groped at by somebody who then decides your breasts sag and therefore you are not worth their while. It is even worse when you have to prance around in a flimsy dress that barely covers your assets on a cold night like today- being groped at by somebody the same age as the grandchild you are taking care of at home. But I guess the worst of it all is not having bargaining power-“short time” is five dollars-what?! And “long time” is ten to twenty dollars negotiable- downwards. And No, you cannot use condoms.

I saw a grandma whose skin was bleached skin orange just so she could look pretty for the young man about town who appreciates and partakes of her sexual expertise and experience. He will pay for her services may be a dollar or two. The dollar she will buy vegetables for her orphaned grandchildren, the two she will buy alcohol to deaden the pain and bury the shame; the kind that resurrects.

Why would anybody subject themself to all that indignity unless they absolutely had to?