It's A Family Affair (Part 5)

So here I was in someone else's home. The girl I lived with was cool. But after awhile things grew a bit uncomfortable.

Her parents were starting to figure out that she was a Lesbian.  She went into panic and wanted me to pretend to have some interest in her to keep things running smooth. Of course I didn't agree and after a short period her parents had figured I was gay too.  She was in hot water though because they were trying to get her involved with a guy that she would have to eventually marry. 

My attention had been diverted though.  Some cash went missing and it was kind of hinted that it was me who had done the deed.  Short while later I had moved out because the discomfort had grown a bit too much at this point.  Which lead me to my next living environment. 

I had moved in with my best friend from school.

Borderline (Part 4)

Travelling got really tiring.  I would get home too late in the night and have projects to work on and have to get up really early to make it on time for the lift club.  The vampires had gotten to me and sucked the life out. 

On campus I met a couple.  A lesbian couple. I was intrigued by their love for each other and by this point my fantasy that the city would have had romance to offer by now had turned into a fading light. I wasn't meeting that many gay people so nothing much was happening in that department of my life.  The girl looked a bit like an Indian version of Buffy the vampire slayer.  I just had to start a small conversation or say something...

This then lead to a friendship and eventually I was being offered a room to board.  My excitement grew but my main focus was the hand that held the brush.  Since love had lied to me I consumed my heart with the love of creativity and with all the battles of not being able to afford things my graphic design studies had already suffered well enough.  Being tired on top of all the worries was not helping with the wrought iron gates to the Tertiary education world.

So back in the Hot City and living in a very residential area I began the next chapter of my journey....

from the haunted room, to the haunted house...oh and i forgot to mention that I also moved to another farm town for a short period to do a bit of admin work, to a city apartment and back on the road travelling to and from...to eventually landing a little room in a little residential area.

My time there had some highlighted moments but in my blood I knew it wasn't going to last long....

To Be Continued... 

Hot In The City (Part 3)

From a haunted room to a haunted house to, "this little Foxx's." making his way to the city.

I had finished school and it was time for me to leave the hill and venture out into the world.  College here I come. 

Moved to Durban and into the city. Shared a place with my cousin.

I remember one night I had thought to myself "I can't believe this is happening." I went through many struggles and things like getting a tertiary education was not really in my parents budget plan. Leaving home was very important to me. Not that I wasn't grateful to my parents or anything, but I was a very different little Foxx and my little home town was not going to cope with me. I was Indian, South African, gay and goth to name a few queer things. Leaving home was like a journey to explore myself and what the rest of the world had to offer that the old farm town didn't have. The sky was the limit.

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So here i was...on a mid summer night, sleeping in a tall city apartment at the top floor. It was really hot and humid in the tiny place, in the not so safe city. The windows were open and a gush of wind came through. The curtain danced with wind allowing flashes of blue light to come through from the near-by building lights of the Royal Hotel.  The city sang a low rumble song reminding me that it was alive, that there were places to go, things to do, faces to place identities too and who knew what else was to come.

I had made my way sure enough but like all shiny metals...they can rust with Durban salty sea breeze.  Things we're not working out between my cousin and I...my parents weren't paying the rent on time and things we're like a cat on a hot tin roof. I had also fallen for a guy that just couldn't do commitment and college was getting too costly and so I wasn't keeping up. The days grew darker and the summer was melting the butter that nobody refrigerated.

Creaky handles down the hallways of my bedroom, to a new home where things went bump at night to the city apartment and it was all slowly fading again, slipping from my hands like trying to catch smoke using my paws.

So i had to move out and did a bit of travelling to and from the farm town to the city everyday. Tiring!?! it sure was....but the tiredness was to lead me to my next home...

The House On The Haunted Hill (Part 2)

The new house was at the edge of the town on a hill with red bricks.  The house was bright and seemed very normal at the time.

Once we we're all settled and living comfortably it started to happen...

The curtain railings would creek as though something was walking on it.  It would only happen when people would be in the room and would talk. One night while cramming late night math homework after watching too much t.v., I turned off the radio in the adjacent kitchen which stayed on mostly through the day.  I started to hear a weird sound coming from the now turned off radio. Next the oven that had not worked in a long time started to make a strange tapping sound during the late hours of the night.  After that were the knocks on the door and footsteps in the ceiling.  A string of weird events and sounds continued for a long time.  Of course we always had rational excuses for what was happening but sometimes it just was too...  like Skully denying everything Moulder was saying in an episode of X Files. I mean after all the strange paranormal activity she was the one who looked a little nuts by denying that the truth was out there.  My brother  was still the one to suffer the most because he would often experience more than we or the general person in the house would experience.  Shadows constantly slipping past him.  The feeling of something sitting on his chest at night.  It was disturbing...My sister and I once had a little, almost burnt-like ring mark in the same places on our chests.

Our gardener would often find strange things in the yard. Pieces of crocodile legs, coins wrapped in red cloths, weird things wrapped in newspaper and so on...
To be continued...

 

 

 

The Foxx's Den (Part 1)

Over the years my paw prints have left their mark in many homes.  So here is a little re tracking to see where this Foxx has been and hunted over the years.

I Am The One Hiding Under Your Bed, Teeth Ground Sharp And Eyes Glowing Red.

When I was a little Foxx I shared a room with my older brother.  Our room was at the centre of an enormous house that my gran owned.  Being in the centre meant that no sunlight ever reached that part of the house.  It was pitch black on sunny days and pitch black at night.

Little monsters come out to play
in the dead of the night
only hiding through the day

Little monsters come out to play
when the parents tuck us into bed
and put us away

Little monster come out to play
when the silence of the night
threatens pretty little stars that are on display

Little monsters come out to play when the parents sleep
and the little children try to count sheep

Oh! little children try to sleep
when door handles start to creeeeek!!!!

One night my brother woke up saying he could hear the door handles creek and cupboards and drawers open and close.  At first people had thought he had watched one too many "Nightmare on Elm Street" movies before bed.  But boy were they sure wrong...

...and I Will Follow You In The Dark

It was time for my parents to start their family journey. My sister was born and we were moving to our own home.  A new start to a new adventure.  But little did we know that my brothers creepy friends were planning their own move.  Who knew it wasn't only little children that could hear the little monsters coming out to play...



to be continued...

KETCHUP TIME!!!

It's been ages since I posted something here.  So lets do a little catch up.

I have three jobs now.

Freelance graphic designer.
I work for newspaper.
Bartender.

I moved to a new home where I'm happy and comfortable.

I have a fishtank which is totally awesome!!! Broken ships, skulls the works.

I have three best friends.  All three for the different aspects of my life.

I am single but happy and free.