Sy is standing behind me, close enough that we’re almost touching, but just far enough so we aren’t. Her breath is warm against my neck, almost ticklish. I could take the tiny step back anytime and make our bodies touch. My body is intensely aware of hers and it’s taking a lot of will not to close the space between us. I want to, more than anything. I don’t, because there is something delicious about holding yourself back in anticipation …
Author: Delasi Sanenu
30/07/2022 19:51 I found out tonight how I want to die. Before, I thought I wanted to die in my sleep at a smug old age, while nestled up against the person I love. Today, I …
When I was a child, I asked my mother why the sea “boils.” The wording of my question set the stage for the magnificent lie that was told to me in answer; there’s a great fire …
You want me. You know this, but for some reason, you refuse to acknowledge it. I can see it in your eyes, in the way they latch on to me whenever we’re both in the same …
18th February 2022 23:45 My partner says I’m the kinkier of the two of us. I disagree, but I get her point. Many people find the things I like weird or strange, and I have been …
To strap, or not to strap, that is the question. That’s the concept we shall be exploring in this essay. Someone raised a concern about a pattern she’d noticed among Ghanaian LBQ women. Apparently, many of …
This essay is hypothetical, but the possibilities it presents could become reality if we don’t take care. What would happen if anti-abortion advocates had their way and abortion was illegal everywhere? Roe v Wade was overturned, …
“It’s Friday and I have nowhere to be. Want to go out for a drink?” No. I’d rather listen to you read me the Songs of Solomon. I looked at him and my eyes immediately dropped …
At home, it took everything in me, but I unpacked my groceries and put them away. I shed my clothes and put them in the hamper. A shower was in order. Counting traffic and the time …
I’ve always had a thing for sounds. The twitter of the birds early in the morning, the chirping of the crickets at dusk, the distinct sound every different piece of machinery makes. I’ve always been fascinated …
I think we’re alone now. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. The beating of our hearts is the only sound. Can you hear them pound? I can hear mine. The lub-dub of my heart is …
