dirt on the author

Aug 2008

SheBee. The face.

As of this writing I’m a twenty something maniac who is not married, never has been and unless the wannabe husbank comes bearing diamonds and a bucket of perfection, is very likely to not ever be.

I’m proudly South African and live in Durban, South Africa. I was a mother by the age of 18, experienced the death of my 7month old daughter, buried all my grandparents and also had to deal with my almost boyfriend dying on me just as I realized I was rather attached to him.

I would say I’ve unwillingly become an expert on death, but that shouldn’t fool you into thinking I walk around with my lip dragging behind me. I’m pretty upbeat about life and look forward to challenges because, well damn, if I didn’t have this attitude I would probably be certifiably insane.  Actually, wait – the jury is still out on that one.

This site

was started as my personal journal on dealing with my feelings and progress after my daughter died. I’ve left most of my archives behind what with becoming more public and reader friendly. My raw emotion and thoughts were just too personal to be hanging out on a string for all and sundry to pick off for my liking. As the days wore on and I found I had other things I preferred to write about, I spent a lot of time reading other people’s sites and discovered a love of writing.

When it became clear that this wasn’t going to be a garden-variety life for me, I decided that some of my experiences were just too good or bizarre or unbelievable not to share with every one else, and so ‘If these walls could talk’ was born. This led me to continue my journal in a more public way. I don’t know that anyone who stumbles across my highly opinionated account of my personal experiences will find it exactly useful, but I suppose it’s theoretically possible.

Frantic disclaimer

I hasten to point out that I’m not a doctor. I’m not a nurse. Believe it or not, I’m not even a qualified sexologist. The comments I make about my experiences and my beliefs are the result of my own flawed understanding. Do not take anything I say as advice, and do not assume I think I know what I’m talking about. Sadly, I know I do not. I just like to ramble a tad, it keeps the voices in my head at peace. If you find anything I’ve written offensive, well – sorry for you. Make sure you don’t come back here again, I’d hate to do it twice.

Other frantic disclaimer

A lot of entries are rather graphic, and I am aware that my internal system is of limited interest to the general populace. What can I say? I lost my last vestiges of shame years ago when going in and out of doctor’s rooms and hospitals to open my heart, mind and my legs while pregnant. I also grew up in a large, loud and lunatic household and this has only made me more brazen. For example you may possibly want to test drive your tolerance levels here, here, here and here.

Why I swear

My grandmother always told me that using foul language betrayed a lack of imagination and poor verbal skills. But you try having your abdomen ripped open and going through the experience of another growing human being yanked out of it and then we’ll discuss what kind of language seems appropriate. It’s also a creative outlet. Specifically Afrikaans swearwords, I find them so delightfully descriptive and packed full of oomph! Strangely enough, I only ever verbally swear in front of people I am comfortable with, and never ever in the presence of the elderly.

Religious me

does not exist. I poke fun at, laugh with and respect all you happy clapper / Allah bowers / Mary prayers / idol worshipers / Buddah belly rubbers religious folks out there. Try not be offended or take it personally, because, I hate to break it to you – it probably isn’t even about you. I have my own personal reasons as to why I’m not a believer, and I will never ever try and enforce those on you unwillingly. Please leave this alone. It is not an invitation for anyone to try and convert me, I can assure you that it won’t happen very likely.

Professional me

I’m always looking for new business ventures, so if you feel that what I write about some how represents what you do to bring home the dough, please contact here.

Personal me

I’m not adverse to dirty underwear, free slaves or just one liners saying hi.  Make a move and don’t be just another silent lurker out there – let yourself be known!

It’s been known to be said that I am intentionally controversial, narcissistic and crass. Maybe even a little bit insensitive. I would like to go with all of the above, but actually I’m a really nice girl just finding the humorous bi-lines where other people don’t. This often gets me into trouble, and more and more I hear the complaints. Obviously I don’t get off on them, but I have gotten used to it. If you need a tissue for your issue – let me know.

 

12 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Kirsty Weaver  |  May 23, 2008 at 6:34 am

    Hi there – came across your blog care of tertia. (So Close) I agree with your comment – re: I wish my commentators made me laugh!
    Well – I am a blogging virgin (started less than a month ago) – so basically, I wish my readers would comment! Full stop!
    I am obsessed with checking my stats, so I know people read it – just wish they’s sometimes de lurk!!
    Love your writing – I will be reading your blog!
    You can check out my boring ramblings here:
    http://theweaversnest.typepad.com/the_weavers_nest/
    BTW: We are moving to SA in June, from the UK!! Exciting times…

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  • 2. shebee  |  May 23, 2008 at 8:41 am

    Hi Kirsty!

    Welcome and thanks. Good luck with the move, its a big decision, and I really hope you are happy with it 🙂

    I’ll have a look at your corner in a minute. See you around.

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  • 4. jaun  |  August 8, 2008 at 10:10 am

    hi there babe

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  • 5. shebee  |  August 8, 2008 at 10:15 am

    omg! this can only be bad 🙂 Hello my love. How are you? Don’t go reading too much please, you’ll never stop teasing me!

    Reply
  • 6. jaun  |  August 8, 2008 at 10:30 am

    so, where do u talk bout me.say hi 2 ur mom

    Reply
  • 7. shebee  |  August 8, 2008 at 10:40 am

    You and my bloody mother! Its *me* you’re supposed to love and suck up to, not her!

    Damnit!

    Hehe, I’ve smsed her. Now get off this site, its too personal for you to read.

    Reply
  • 8. jaun  |  August 8, 2008 at 10:41 am

    i read meeting a stranger.i left a comment

    Reply
  • 9. Michael Adame  |  August 20, 2008 at 12:29 pm

    Stumbled on to your site off of Twitter. Think I’ll stay awhile.

    Reply
  • 10. J.C.  |  August 27, 2008 at 1:47 pm

    Hi, I am impressed by your blog, and by your honesty and willingness to speak up. I come here by chance but for sure will be back for more. All the best to you. Cheers.

    Reply
  • 11. Haroun Kola  |  August 30, 2008 at 3:11 pm

    Hey you

    Nice to meet you, you knee hugger you 🙂

    Reply
  • 12. rushay  |  September 9, 2008 at 7:25 pm

    yeah our struggles and pain often left to be buried but i can see you strong im taking the steps with you forward regards rushay

    Reply

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