Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Last Night My Bath Sang To Me

Ok, so there's a drought on. Glad there wasn't one when I lived in Brixton! The Bath (with a respectful capital B) in the Brixton flat is the one and only reason I moved in and dealt with Life on Coldharbour Lane for as long as I did.

Firstly, the Bathroom (with an equally respectful capital) was the size of most London bedsits (with lack of respectful capital). Secondly, it had stone flag floors, gloriously huge sash windows, nicely trendy fittings, three white walls and one wall of exposed-brick with fireplace.

Then, there was The Bath. It was magnificent! It sat squarely (or rather, ovally) in the middle of the room. It was Big. It was Deep. It was Wide. I used far more than my fair share of water. You could sit in it either way, as the taps came in over the side. So on a sunny day, you could lie facing the window, enjoying the blue sky (luckily the angle was low enough to avoid seeing the elevated railway), or on a nasty day, you could just as easily turn your back on the window, and look at the rest of the room. The lack of taps poking over one end also meant that sex-in-the-bath was a more comfortable option than usual...

So. Life on Coldharbour Lane eventually becoming unbearable, I had to move. And my current Herne Hill abode is way superior, in all but one aspect: the bath (no cap). The bathroom itself is very pretty, with nice tiles and pebbles and candles for decoration, but the bath.... It's very average. Size-wise it's OK - I'm short so am always happy to have my toes reach the other end so I can prop myself up when reading, but the sides aren't level so the only place to wineglasses and tea-cups is on the corner beside your head. But this space is already occupied by shampoo bottles and a plethora of other products, so all kinds of re-arrangements are needed for Complete Comfort in Bathing.And then there's the hot water issue. It is limited. And I like to use it all. And that's still not enough.

But last night, I had the most delicious experience. My bath sang to me! T'was a dark and stormy night... And as the wind blew, so the overflow pipe sang mournful, heart-rending tunes! And as the bath filled, so those melodious notes wandered the scale. I feel like the universe just treated me to my own Special Moment...

So come home, Herne Hill Bath! All is forgiven...


My Now Extraordinary Bath

Friday, August 18, 2006

Something serious now - An Open Letter To Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered (and STRAIGHT! (KT)) people - by Mark Gory

An open letter to Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered people



Just over a year ago, my life-partner Henry went out with a friend to Melville on a "jol". Because I had to work early the next morning, I remained at home with our animals for an early night.

During the course of the evening, they visited a number of bars in the area, ending up at a well known watering hole, where they were approached by one Mzwai, who offered them a taste of "liquid e". Neither Henry, nor his friend had any experience of this substance, but proceeded to the car outside, where Mzwai passed round the drink.

At no time did he explain that the combination of this substance, otherwise known as "G" or "GHB" was lethal in combination with alcohol, which they had both enjoyed earlier in the evening.

Both Henry and his friend passed out in the car.
Mzwai disappeared.
When HenryÅfs friend came to some hours later, he discovered Henry's lifeless body in the back of the car. The combination of alcohol and GHB had caused respiratory failure.
He drove home at speed and attempted to overdose himself. Luckily for him, friends came to his rescue.

After a fruitless search of hospitals and mortuaries the next morning, I found Henry's body in the back of the parked car. He had been there for 8 hours.
The police eventually arrived, and removed the body after I had identified him.

Henry's family arrived from Pretoria the next day, and started demanding"his" ("sy goed") possessions, his car. A number of items were removed against my will.
Henry had not gotten around to making a will, so I was not in a position to claim the estate, or so I thought..

The catalogue of horrors that followed, involved my being subjected to the family looting our home, demanding possessions (like the green bath mat !!) that were either not "his" at all, or jointly owned.

I was forced out of our home, which was sold from under me notwithstanding months of legal wrangling between the family appointed executor, and my own attorneys.

To be brief, I ended up in the High (Supreme) Court in Pretoria on 16 March 2006 where I was obliged to prove that Henry and I had enjoyed a life partnership, and that we had exercised a duty of reciprocal care one to the other, as if we had been married, were that legal instrument available to us at the time.

His family and their appointed executor opposed the application. All other respondents, including the minister of Justice, chose not to oppose the application.
I petitioned the Minister of Justice and the Court to declare the Intestate Succession Act (1987) unconstitutional, and to change it to include reference to same sex life partners where spouses were mentioned. This would make the Act consistent with the Constitution, and effectively, our relationship would be legally recognized, I would be declared his spouse, and heir to his estate.

I was successful !! I won my home back, all Henry's liabilities, all the removed possessions (besides his car, still not handed over) and, most importantly, the change in the law which will make it impossible or illegal for surviving same-sex spouses to be subjected to the same nightmarish experience of being ejected from their homes, at the same time trying to mourn the loss of the person they loved more than life.

The support of the press, television, and radio media has been astounding, particularly from far flung corners of the globe _ just doing a google search reveals nearly 10 pages of listings regarding the case, and an outpouring of support from places I never dreamt possible _ with one exception _ the South African Gay/Lesbian press and media.

While the story has been reported on in great detail by the mainstream South African press, "e" channel 7 o clock news (2x!), and every local radio station, there has been a deafening silence on the part of those who purport to reflect LBGT people and their concerns.

South African LBGT people live in the most constitutionally progressive country in the world bar none.

While much is made of the struggle for dignity and equality by "struggle" heroes against the scourge of apartheid, very little is acknowledged by the LBGT minority themselves.

The Intestate Succession Act (1987) which I (with the most able assistance of my legal team) have succeeded in changing, is the last of all the laws that discriminated against same-sex couples. In the last 11 years, all "gay" discriminatory laws have been successfully challenged, including, Marriage, adoption, The Pensions Act, The Medical Aid act, Insurance, you name it.

LBGT people are now acknowledged to be the equal counterparts of heterosexuals in the eyes of the law. (ref my judgement).

My question is this ; do LBGT people care enough about their own lives to establish and cherish what has been done on their behalf by a very select few people ?
Do they even know or value their rights under law in South Africa ?


I know some do, but the massive majority take these things for granted. Next time you're in America or Britain, try and change the law, or even get married (for real!!). See how you do, just as an example.

In the interests of justice, my own lawyers and advocates were prepared to act on a contingency basis. This made it possible for me to pursue the matter without having to find in excess of a half a million rands.

Fortunately, they obtained a cost order against the first three respondents, which, if upheld by the Constitutional Court, will be paid out in another 8 months or so.
In the last 16 months, my legal team (a small two woman practice) has suffered
very real financial hardship because I was not in a position to pay them. I fought this on grounds of principle, and for no financial gain whatsoever, so did they, but telephone bills and bonds have to be paid!..

That's what it costs to change unjust laws _ do people know or care what has been done on their behalf ?

To add insult to injury, the police docket is closed as an "overdose" and Mzwai is still doing the bars and clubs, peddling his drugs with impunity. Who knows how many others may have died?

Predictably, the bar concerned denies and wrongdoing, and continues to trade as if nothing has happened.

I urge the "gay press" in South Africa to pay far greater attention the real issues, which, although less fun than parties, parades and social stuff, are life and death issues won at great cost to us all.

It really is time for each of us to acknowledge how truly fortunate we are.

On the 24 August 2006 at 10h00, 11 Constitutional Court judges will gather at the Constitutional Court, the highest Court in the land, to both consider and confirm the judgment passed by His Lordship Judge W.Hartzenberg in GORY vs KOLVER NO. If the judgement is confirmed, the Intestate Succession Act will be changed in Parliament.
If you cannot contribute to the cost involved, however modestly, please try and be there. If it's not possible or practical for you to be there, at a very minimum, please pause and acknowledge what is happening on your behalf at that very moment.

The complacency must end now.

MARK GORY
gorymark@yahoo.co.uk

From Knobtwiddler: If anyone would like to donate to the legal fund, please contact me separately for details on how.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

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Monday, August 14, 2006

Big Chill 2006


GROUP HUUUUUG!

Big Chill 2006

Well, as per, the Big Chill did exactly what it said on the tin. The usual crew was out in force – Ed, Char, Larry and my good self, as well as new additions to the family, Dawn, Darren, Lynda and Blair. And, remarkably, I actually PAID for a ticket, which is very unusual for me, and you know what? It comes with the added advantage of not having to work AT ALL for the entire time! Why’d I never think of this before?

Arrived late afternoon on Thursday, to find Ed had once again chosen a prime camping spot (good to have someone around who gets there early enough to bag a goodie) and that Char and Larry had got there before us even though we were half be hour ahead of them at some stage. I blame it on my conservative driving since I still don’t trust my beloved-but-ageing car after the last towing incident (God Bless the AA!)

We tried the camping area over the hill this year – a good choice I feel, rather than the easier-to-access-but-tends-to-get-too-busy field we have used in previous years. Only hassle was the distance from the toilets and the rather inadequate number of the same, and for a festival renowned for it’s clean toilets (seriously, the festie site toilets were pretty damn good! One could actually have sat on the seats most of the time, if one had chosen to) the camp toilets sucked ass. Literally. The shit was piled so high in some of them there was a real danger of being sucked in by the vacuum created by whatever bacteria was using up all the oxygen… Luckily there was a nice embankment where a girl could go feel the breeze on her fanny and have a comfy bush-pee. There were pretty impressive showers, though! I’ve never really bothered with getting clean at festies, but now I’ve discovered that the joy of the morning shower applies to festivals days as well as normal days, I’m a convert. The water was warm, there was enough pressure to get the shampoo out of your hair, it’s actually quite nice not to be a smelly person…


ED AND I GET DOWN TO SOME PIE-EATING

As usual, the music was average to middling overall, but a few stars did shine out - Ursula Rucker in particular. The girl gave a performance that could have started a revolution had the audience not all been so, well, chilled… Revolution? Ah. Maybe tomorrow…


URSULA TRIES TO START A REVOLUTION

Friday night Coldcut were fabulous and Sunday Bent were about the best we saw, but hey the Big Chill is less about the actual music than having something musical going on in the background to boogie to wherever your wanders happen to take you.. I like that about BC – Glastos is all about missioning form stage to stage trying to fit as many bands as possible in.. BC is just about hanging out with your mates and happening upon some good music as you go.

Lost Vagueness with their rather silly Wedding Chapel was a bit disappointing, especially after PunchDrunk’s astonishing madhouse/circus/freakshow/asylum last year.

But the absolute highlight of the whole weekend was The Climbing Of The Great Old Oak Tree. After Saturday night’s festivities, we were slowly assembling at home base when Ed bounced up and said “let’s go climb a tree!”.

Ok, yeah, why the hell not? So 6 of us went trooping over the hill again, to the tree Ed had spotted as a good climber. It was. Only needed a small leg-up, and then the rest was easy, the branches growing around the trunk like a staircase. After we’d got up and comfortable, we realised we had no refreshments of any kind, nor music, so the mighty Ed volunteered a trip back to base camp and returned with little iPod stereo thingy, an uncracked bottle of scotch, a good supply of weed and a little baggie with little pink pills in… Needless to say, we got VERY comfy up that tree and spend about two or more hours up there, popping halves, necking scotch, skinning up and chatting to people passing below us…

Eventually even our comfy oak got a bit uncomfy and we headed down, and then up another hill to a public footpath that took us to the most refreshing, gorgeous swim in an old quarry. Superb! Sunday morning was SO hot, and we were SO wasted by this time, the swim was incredible. It did only come after a very, very, very long walk though! Christ, Dawn and I had to call a halt and sit down for a while after getting almost to the top of the hill (the festival site is in the Malvern Hills) for a heart-rest and a joint..


QUARRY SWIMMING ROCKS (pardon the pun...)

The music Sunday night was a bit disappointing – we tried almost all the stages for a last breakneck boogie but it didn’t happen. We did, however, adopt one of our Saturday-at-Fat-Tuesday festie friends for the day on Sunday. CJ and co were of the can’t-stop-dancing types and he kept us all going all day.


CHAR GETS DOWN TO SOME SERIOUS BOOGIEING (sp?)

Superb festival, my fourth, and the best so far.

YAY for the Big Chill!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Couldn't resist this... The Internet Truly is for Porn!