Where do I live?
I live in South Africa, a country which has one of the most advanced Constitutions on the planet, in terms of human rights and equality for people like me. It's a country full of contradictions, as a careful analysis will show. For me, as a transgender woman who doesn't care much about the gender of my prospective partners, it's my home, but also a place that occasionally makes me feel unwelcome enough to want to leave.
It's a place that on the one hand claims to protect my rights and dignity, while on the other, there are groups influencing government to the point where I'm not certain how much longer that will be the case. Some of these folks are now standing so close to the table holding our Constitution, that it seems, at any moment, they could just reach out and rip the vital pages right out of it. The POI and "porn" Bills are just two examples of this obscene attack on South African democracy, the rampant corruption and self-enrichment are just another.
Contradiction? What am I referring to? Hmm. Right.
South Africa is one of the biggest exporters of copper on the continent, in blatant and stubborn defiance of the minor detail that it has no natural sources of the metal, and no copper mines. None. Coincidentally, it is also one of the few countries where people occasionally arrive home to find that all their water pipes and metal fixtures have mysteriously disappeared. Reports that sales of PVC conduit have also increased dramatically in recent years, are often described as an urban myth.
Port Elizabeth, known as the Windy City, is on the south coast of South Africa, and is known as a center for auto-manufacture and tourism, the two not necessarily being related. (The tourism office uses a jackass penguin as it's symbol, which should give you an idea of what it's like to live here.)
The name "the Windy City" seems deserved enough when you visit for the first time - until you go to Cape Town and see birds actually flying backwards. And not stopping.
PE as it is called, is famous across the country for having nothing happen quite frequently, and for having an unhealthy fixation with apples (and penguins). There is an Apple Train, and the Apple Express community newspaper, among others.
Established as a port in 1820 to facilitate the landing of British settlers, our city is infamous these days for allowing foreign nationals to buy pristine national heritage sites and to intentionally facilitate their destruction for the sake of "redevelopment" and profit. Needless to say, in other cities in this country, such individuals are labeled "slum-lords" and dealt with appropriately by municipal authorities who actually seem to care about the character and heritage of their cities. Here, miraculously, nothing happens.
(How about those penguins?)
In the 19th century, PE was dubbed "the Friendly City" by visiting sailors who made use of the large compliment of night workers who frequented the harbor in those days. The name has stuck, although most of the city's ill-tempered conservative modern residents who cut you off on the freeway each morning, have no idea why.
“Dead Man’s Hammer” by Christina Engela
“Obsidian crows frequently got run over because quite frankly, they were too damn lazy to get out of the way and anyway, they would just get up and walk off again afterwards. They were flightless birds, mainly because they were extremely hard bodied and far too heavy to fly – unless they fell off a cliff or were launched from a catapult. (Anything will fly if launched from a catapult – ask the Navy.)
Deanna was just another third rate colony in the Terran Empire – and it was pretty much as boring a lump of rock as could be expected. That is, until Gary Beck, aka Beck the Badfeller ran over an obsidian crow with his Jeepo and didn’t have a spare tire. (Things pretty much went down hill from there.)
There was an assassin in town now and she had a score to settle. She was pretty, but as most poets will tell you, beauty can be deceiving. The same poets, who would write about Helen of Troy as the face that launched a thousand ships, would write about Villainessa Tittle as the bitch that sank them. As an assassin, she was the worst kind; this meant that she took pride in her work, enjoyed what she did for a living – and above all, that she was bloody good at it. And this time unfortunately, it was absolutely 100 percent personal.”
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Oddly enough, local council's idea of dealing with speeding and noisy motorcycles is to litter the place with speed-bumps and traffic circles, often set up during the space of a work-day with no prior warning - and leaving them unmarked for a few weeks. Who says the City Fathers don't have a sense of humor?
Also called "the Detroit of South Africa", the city has been twinned with Chicago (among other lucky places), also known as a windy city that makes autos, and has occasional gang-wars. PE now also includes two smaller specks on the map called Uitenhage, and Despatch (only a stone's throw away from Uitenhage). Together, they form the Nelson Mandela Bay Metro and are run by an Executive Mayor who has just recently been booked off sick for stress.
Among it's long list of attractions, the city has a Bay World sans any dolphins (they gave them away to China - I know, the mind boggles); a modest pyramid of interesting dimensions (Port Elizabeth was NOT named after Queen Elizabeth, as some folks believe - it was named after the wife of a governor of the area, who was reportedly buried under it). Since the Soccer World Cup, there is also a flag pole as big as a skyscraper in the middle of a park people are frequently mugged or murdered in, and a stadium big enough to house 30,000 people, that costs 20 million Rand a year in upkeep and has not really been used since. There is a statue of Queen Victoria (which is occasionally the victim of graffiti artists), and no Main Street. The city is also home to an obscure rugby team called the Mighty Elephants, which doesn't live up to either of its names, and might as well substitute one part of its name with White. In its defense, the city has several beautiful blue flag beaches, and a casino. (The flags are very pretty. Did we mention the penguins?)
There is at least one friendly church in the city, who will welcome anyone to their services and community, just as Christ reputedly did - and funny enough, just like Christ, this same church seems to be an outsider among the rest of the gang who don't like the idea of socializing with "bad apples" too much. Tax collectors are not so bad after all, it seems. And funnily enough, most ministers look like penguins.
I seem to live in a city with no people in it. What I mean by this is, that there are loads of "normal" people, card-board cut-outs, who cling desperately to the inside of the little pigeon-holes society has pressed them into. Here, "nobody" is gay, "nobody" is trans, "nobody" is gothic, "nobody" is alternative, "nobody" is agnostic, "nobody" is a feminist, "nobody" is an individual. Everyone wants to just toe the line and stay off the radar. Nobody wants to be noticed or picked on for being different. Nobody wants to be themselves - being somebody else is better. Standing out in the crowd is just not on and draws way too much attention. Penguins, methinks.
Port Elizabeth has several golf clubs, large international quality sports fields and stadiums, and two gay clubs - but only has one alternative club, called "Jesters", which is attended by one or two goths, surrounded by tons of metal heads. (Copper is not heavy enough to do them justice.)
And PE has two Pink Community groups too, in case you're wondering. They've decided to work together for the benefit of the Pink Community in the area. Sometimes they do something useful for the community, like take on hate speech in the media, or provide a counseling service. Occasionally they host informative community events for a handful of people who actually turn up. Perhaps someone should remind them of how shy the community is of actually being seen in PE, or how ashamed they are of being themselves - but oddly enough, they just don't seem to get it.
So actually PE might have something going for it after all, even if it is just those darn penguins again.