I had been thinking about this for quite a few days, actually. It left me feeling rather sad and empty at times. But not lonely. After all, I still had my Samantha Utay’s shoulder to cry on. Although she would much prefer it if she could just lay her head on my chest for a bit. That is quite alright since I Love her very much indeed. But she Loves me more. This is something that I cannot get over. Why is it that there is just not enough Love in the world? I had been listening to the song.
You can listen to the song too if you like while I carry on blogging. After all these years, I finally get what my Aunty Cher had been wailing about. When did my fascination for her music really start, I had to wonder today. I always Loved I Got You Babe, no doubt about that. And then there was Believe years later. But it only dawned on me today. It was a past Love, actually, years ago. We were only together for a few months, but she introduced me to Mermaids in which Cher of course had her starring role.
And the movie’s theme song was of course The Shoop-shoop Song. It is how I met my Samantha Utay, It is one of the first things I noticed about her. She billed herself as a family-oriented person. Come Sunday, she’s going to tell me more about her family circumstances, why she does the things that she does, but boyo – is she in for a surprise; because I’ve already made up my mind about her. I’ve already made up my mind about us. I’ve already made an investment in our future.
And it’s not material, let me tell you. Those of you who have known me over the years, who thought you knew me, might be wondering. Why would a man usually quite reserved about his private affairs, his Love life in particular, be so open and gregarious about it today? Yes, that much is still true. I would much rather keep quiet about my private life, my Love life in particular. When it happens. Ha-ha. What goes on behind closed doors is really not anyone’s business, that sort of thing.
But there is a reason why I go on like I do today. I must just admit that at times this is not always easy to do because still. I am a private man. We were talking about it just yesterday, actually. And although it was always in the back of my mind, I kind of knew this much about her anyways, it still blew me away. I was a tad excited showing her some of the sights in Cape Town. I was introducing her to what we would refer to as Cape Town’s pink village – Green Point – where the LGBTQ+ crowd would hang out.
I took her to an old haunt called Cafe Manhattan. It is a place of many memories for me. One or two intimate moments but most of them social. But she stopped me short halfway through my excitable tour and said this. “Listen here, Babe. I’m not really into that scene. I’m a rather conservative, decent transgendered woman, you know.” Words to that effect. And it blew me away still. I’m in Love with her family centeredness. I’m in Love with her reserved nature. As I have said before, it is like looking into a mirror at times.
Now, given all that I have said, and given away in previous posts, why would I wish to expose at least part of our private lives to you all? Well, I have spoken to Samantha about this and she has my back. But she is also sick and tired. She is sick and tired of having to explain her reason for being. She is tired of having to explain to others that she was Born this Way. Henceforth she had decided to retire from being a gender rights activist. All she wants to do now is just settle down and have a normal life.
Little did my mom realize at the time that she was actually paying me a huge compliment when, out of sheer frustration, I guess, she declared to me that; Mark, you don’t lead a normal life. Ah, yes, that much is true. Why be normal? Life would be so boring if we were not able to surround ourselves with the Lady Gaga’s and Jokers of this world. But little did she realize. I yearn for that too. It was just a question of with who. Who knows, as Arthur Fleck would hesitate to suggest. But this looks good, actually.
I would much rather have a normal life with this woman. Samantha Utay Rueca. She has things in common with my mum. She is family-oriented. She Loves to cook and to feed. And let me tell you, she’s pretty good at that. Oh, and this will blow my mom away; she Loves her gardening. I have seen her garden. I have seen it, it is like an Eden. Now, ask anyone who knows my mom even remotely. Better still, ask my wise and Loving pop. This woman lives for her garden. Well, she lives for her grandkids too.
Samantha retreats to her garden for her peace and tranquility. I find solace in my books. But I Love sitting in her garden. Coffee, smokes, books, pen and paper. Complete. Life is complete. Well, almost because there is still work to be done. While Samantha retreats from being a gender rights activist, I step forward. I have to do this. And this is why I have chosen to make our secluded lives public. We are just so sick and tired of all the hate. It’s like Aunty Cher wailed; there’s just not enough Love in the world.
In a different way, I feel the prejudice almost every single day. You sometimes wish you could just tell the offender to belt it already. But of course, it is never easy. I will be quite honest with you, I slip and fall at times, but as far as I am concerned, it is inexcusable. If there is prejudice in your heart, how can there be real Love. If it makes you uncomfortable, if it frustrates you at times, that there is someone out there who battles to cope with being different – physically challenged, gender challenged – then leave.
Nothing is going to change the fact that there are many more out there who are different from you, not so much that they choose to be different, they just are. It’s like the horror video showed; Born this Way. So, if someone is born this way, who are we to alter what God has done. After all, is it not He that created us this way? He chose us to be this way for good reason. It is like Jesus said when healing the blind man. So then, why did we agree to do this. Why did we choose to go public with our Love life.
We are doing this more for those who remain oppressed and hard done by. Our hearts and thoughts are with the kids. Young transgendered boys and girls, in particular, but gay and lesbian boys and girls too. And for that matter, black lives too. They matter. If you still don’t get it, well now, its on you. That there are those who choose to Love has never been doubted. All we seek to do is to show what is possible. Love matters more than anything else. It is what God wanted. He said it Himself.
I recite Psalm 91 pretty much everyday. In it it states that God will protect you if you Love Him. But for the time being; we Love you to the Moon and Back. Mwhah!