Straatwerk

My first meeting with Bianca was a strange one. She was dressed purely in white: white dress, white blouse and very pointy high-heeled shoes. That white evening she would scream to me: “I’m not interested in your Jesus stories. Can’t you see, I am a virgin bride, spotless. Don’t talk to me anymore, you’re chasing away my clients.”

Little did I know that Bianca and I would still become very close friends. At the time of our first meeting I didn’t know that Bianca was actually Jaco, and that he would still undergo a sex change and would one day shout at me: “You are my friend! You say you love me? How can anyone love an IT? I’m not a man, and I’m also not a woman, I’m an IT!” Little did I know how complicated and painful one person’s life could be.

About Bianca there are a lot of stories to be told, but one of my favourites is about her time staying in the Gardens of Cape Town (illegally, of course), about ten years ago. This is my shortened retelling of a widely told story…