This morning George was cleaning the backyard. He likes to keep things clean he asserted and made clear that the inside of the house is his wife’s job while he cares for the garden and the garage. He said he spent a whole week fixing the garden after they moved in. He got rid of all . . . → Read More: Apartheid Reloaded
At night it started to become cold. George lit a fire for the braai. I stayed outside with him when he turned a piece of lamb every 10 seconds. He said he would count silently. This was the best way to keep it juicy, he made clear and differentiated from his friends who carelessly put it . . . → Read More: Love beyond male stereotypes?