ANIMA ANIMUS

Its 3 in the morning and I am writing this with the fastest speed I have ever managed just to make sure I shall not miss even a thought but tell this story as I saw it in my mind an hour ago. I shall try keep it in chronological order to ensure my head gets at least half if this shit right. Oh yes! I am fucking cursing the shit outta this write-up--- or what ever you will end up being. I, meaning Immah Reid (lesbian, mother, friend, smoker, drunk, writer, blogger, daughter, student, researcher, poet, psychologist, philosophical minded woman, dancer, stoner…ok more of a lesbian stoner if we were to summarize all that) got outta work a few hour ago after what I have come to consider a good days work which for the moment in time is showing up. I wore my headphones and headed to the stage by roughly 5. I found a lot of jam and I kept having heat rashes till I got to town at 1730hrs. I entered another matatu that led me in the direction that my mother leaves instead of mines.

Following a chat with one of you I promised to write on relationships, in the conversation she inquired if I had straight friends. Lets pause that and enjoy me ranting as long as my pride allows me on how much I mingle with more straight men than any other gender, plus sexual orientation caucus and if there is anything I have learnt through my travels across borders if you know what I mean is that relations are in the support of the grammatical errors we wear so proudly ‘The same difference’. (Pride kicks in) So today we speak of relationships in the I (Immah) perspective. Just so you know and can judge my state of mind right now with the utmost accuracy, I am on a romantic movie marathon as instructed by Her Godesty. The fact that I am not intoxicated at all should also be dutifully appreciated. That said we should unanimously agree that the need to interact, connect, communicate and relate is a human aspect we all have (sociopaths can stop shaking their heads…..NOW!). Wh

hehehehehe It is disrespectful and silly of me to have such lovely people reading and take so long to write. So this shall be me paying up my dues….(30mins later) Now I have started writing this blog thrice and I give myself an excuse of why I should not make ‘that’ a public reading when I start. Making it obvious that I have been having so much trouble writing simply because that voice in my head (I got a few too many) can’t stop giving me excuses on why not. So we shall work with me writing about whatsoever I wanna write about and you reading only what holds your interests (like when was it not, some may ask?). Let’s give the lesbians a break and focus on a little bit more than me trying to impose my ideas, beliefs or lack there off in most cases on them. So today I shall speak of something that I think is imperative for all LGBTI persons in our country to think through.      Here we have Kenya going to the polls in the next few months and the public joins hands to ensu

Mother is in town!!! She surprised me…sadly, that she shall be spending yester night in my humble abode. Which went way better than I expected, she is still funny as hell. Something I have lost sight of lately as I ran off from her environs to avoid the ever dreaded sexuality talk that will surface any time from now…it’s most likely right around the corner. Had me walking on a straight path, am even missing my kitchen for the bathroom: cornerphobia. Being the wise silly fuck I am, I have taken my time to go through some write-ups on sexuality so as to equip myself with necessary answers just in case the world is flat and this will turn into an emotionless conversation and I shall get a chance to explain/give a lecture on sexuality that will help her weigh the situation logically and we shall high-five on what an orgasmic (pun intended) topic it is. In my aim to make sure I don’t suffer with too much collected facts and not a single soul to suffer the intake with me. I made it