We are flowers sprouting in a desert of homophobia. Our petals are bright, and our leaves have uncoiled, despite the cold. It is Nairobi in June. Everywhere you walk, we exist; some of us visible, others peculiar in our own way. Even in this time when our freedom is limited, we remain true. True to our pasts that have seen us condemn ourselves for the people, physically formed like us, that we have been attracted to. The violence we have …
