The wedding commenced and it was so beautiful. When I saw Thapelo dressed as a prince, I knew that Martha had to walk down the aisle looking like a princess. I was right, not only was she dressed as a princess, she was Snow White. The wedding theme came as a shock to the guests but because I knew what kind of a person Thapelo was, I was already expecting something over the top. Instead of placing a couple on top of their cake, they placed an apple which had been bitten. It was adorable, turns out Snow White was Thapelo and Martha’s favourite fairytale. The older guests were a bit touched by the theme especially the Christians who believed that the apple was bad! Nonetheless, the wedding was beautiful and the fact that Thapelo and Martha were so whimsical about their moment made it unforgettable. When the service was over, we headed to the venue that they had chosen to host the reception. The set-up was amazing, it was almost as if we had gotten lost in a time machine, and just in case you were wondering, there were seven dwarves! They entertained us with their singing and dancing. That wedding for me was perfect!
It was quite obvious that my group would attract a lot of attention; gay guys always steal the spotlight. I could sense that there were some uncomfortable people and some that were just eager to get to know who we were. When there were no more items on the program for the wedding, the party began and Lincoln and I decided to take a walk just so that we could check out the venue. That was probably the biggest mistake of our lives because we were then approached by Anthony, Lincoln’s brother. Lincoln was shocked to see him, I recognized his face from Lincoln’s pictures.
He was there with four of his friends and he seemingly didn’t like seeing me and Lincoln holding hands. “What the hell is going on here?” Anthony said as he roughly separated me from Lincoln. Out of shock Lincoln asked his brother what he was doing at the wedding. “Don’t ask me stupid questions, I said what the hell is going on here?” he violently asked. I was starting to freak out because I knew that this would turn into a sticky situation. I told Lincoln that we should leave but he insisted on explaining what was happening to his brother. Anthony seemed to be understanding and with a smile he slowly walked away. Just when we thought it was over, he came back and punched Lincoln in his face. Lincoln fell down and hit his head on a rock. People were starting to gather up around us but nobody was helping. I don’t know if it was because they were dressed in expensive suits or if they were just happy that there was a gay bashing happening right in front of their eyes. Sihle, Malcolm, Thebe and Gabriel ran to the scene. Anthony and his friends were starting to gang up on Lincoln and we knew we had to fight to save him. The five of us took off our blazers and the fight was on. We quickly removed Anthony and his friends away from Lincoln because they were honestly about to kill him. Fists kept flying; it was the gays versus the “straight” guys. No straight man, who knows himself well enough, would succumb to beating up a gay guy just for being gay. We showed those boys that as gay as we were, we could still kick ass! All of a sudden it made sense why anyone didn’t want to intervene; the gays were fighting like they were on steroids. When the boys realized that they were losing to a couple of gay guys, they decided to run away. The gays and I had suffered minor injuries anywhere else but on our faces, whilst the straight boys fled the scene with bruised faces. I’ll say this once and never again, don’t mess with the gays!
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