As not only an ex-Muslim Atheist living in a predominantly believing environment (Muslim at home; Christian at university), but also a homosexual, I know first hand about what religion has to say about my activities in the bedroom. Why does religion have any say in our sexual activities, though? Surely sex and sexuality – and the manner in which you choose to enjoy it – are between the parties actually involved in the act, not some third party with an inflated opinion of itself? Let’s look at the two major religions and their views on sex and sexuality, and whether there is any justification in giving them the authority to dictate to us what is moral and what isn’t. Continue reading
No doubt you’ve heard this before. As an ex-Muslim with a Muslim-only family, I have heard it repeated over and over that Islam is the best religion; Islam is a way of life; Islam is the religion of peace. Let’s take a deeper look at this, why don’t we? Continue reading
This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Metal is much more than a genre of music; it’s a mechanism for coping with life, and all the bullshit that goes with it. What follows next is a list of my favourite metal albums of all time. Keep in mind that this is my list, and hence is not a universal truth. The purpose of this post isn’t to force others to like the same music I do, but merely to share with the world the wonders of metal. Feel free to disagree. If there are any bands or albums you feel should have been included on this list, send me an email. Let’s get this started. Continue reading
This might be a long post. I apologize in advance.
Wilgenhof Manskoshuis (Wilgenhof Men’s Residence, for the non-Afrikaans folk). My new home. To be honest, I was a bit daunted at first. I had only been in Stellenbosch (a town outside of Cape Town with a very rich history, where SU and Wilgenhof are situated) once before in my life. My opinion of Stellenbosch – and all its male residences, not just Wilgenhof – was that they were filled with these ultra-macho, rugby-playing, beer-drinking, rich, daddy’s boys. Also, I was bullied into believing that this place is super racist; that anyone who isn’t white is just a lesser person. So when I pulled into the parking lot of Wilgenhof Manskoshuis, with all my belongings stuffed into a suitcase and a few bags, ready to start a new journey, I was scared shitless. Continue reading