On a bus to me friend’s house and a Jamaican man in his mid-40's approaches and sits beside me. He then asks where I am from and upon replying he gives me a compliment which I gladly receive. Once the rapport has been built, the man proceeds, he begins to rant about nonsense and being that I have been practising meditation I nod along in agreement. 10minutes into his rant, a feminine guy gets on the bus, Clive (Jamaican man's name) kisses his teeth and starts telling me about his hate for feminine guys, (for my amusement I shall be referring to Clive as Clivelina). He then asks me if I am feminine, I reply "I have feminine and masculine traits in my personality, yourself?" This "yourself” question triggers an uproar from Clivelina, it sets him on fire (this gurl truly was on fire), he replies "how can you ask me such a stupid question, of course I'm not, I've got 2 kids man, you shouldn't even ask me such dumb question". I then ask, "so do you have a short temper?" He abruptly replies by saying "no actually, most of my friends say I'm a calm person". Hmm, am sure you are. So. One, you are talking with no sense of direction about something/nothing like a true queen would. Two, a dude who happens to love tight jeans and foundation, fabulously gets on the bus and that sets you off. Queenish behaviour. So by now I have gathered all the information I need to assume, that Clivelina is an angry queen in disguise. What seals the deal is when the bus driver stops for a lengthy time (as is the case on London transport) and Clivelina starts to complain about missing x-factor. Lesson for today is to have compassion for those not able to face their fears. A TRUE STORY!
p.s.The pictures are from a fantastic performer Le Gateau Chocolat. Sorry to disappoint you, it is not Clive the queen in disguise.