I’m 24. Proudly South African. Proud Johannesburger. English
teacher. Flaming homosexual. Feminist. I’m a ferocious,
world-beating, major ass-kicking supernova. I’m a self-serving,
hedonistic, future-discounting utilitarian. I’m an obnoxious,
attention-seeking, self-important bimbo. I can easily finish a pack of
cigarettes in a single day. I’m disturbingly unemotional and
unsympathetic. I’m Christina Aguilera’s biggest fan and critic.
I’m fearless, flawless, fabulous and focused. I’m given to
gratuitous use of profanity. I’m a fan of Machiavellian philosophy.
I have a beard and I wear mascara. I’m always staring at beautiful
men. Especially Black men with big hair. I’ve the propensity to be a
ho. I’m a Blair Waldorf wannabe. I’m inspired by androgyny. I love
languages. Beyoncé is God. I love fashion. I’m doing me. Oh… and
the name’s Kabelo. KB for short.
