(Special mention to those who lived in a time when ‘queer’ was an insult. We see you. Guess what, we took it back! Queer is ours and it means love & liberation & colour. Thank you! …
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I think of you when it rains. I think of you in so many indecent ways, in several lascivious ways that leave me hot with hunger despite the cool of the weather. I imagine it’s late …
Okay first, I want applause for the restraint I exhibited with the wordplay on “come” and “ear”. That had the potential to go left real quick. But second – and more importantly- I want some applause …
You sit across from me, eyes closed, face tilted upwards. My eyes are supposed to be closed too, but your face is a work of art that is rarely still, and I want to look at …
For the last few weeks, I have been feeling much better than I have in a long time. I am finally waking up and showering and feeding myself. A few days ago, I found myself leaving …
Stale. That’s how it felt the first time Kojo kissed me. It’s the only way I can think of to describe the feeling. It was like we’d stored the kiss away for months and forgotten about …
I wore lipstick the other day. At home, getting dressed and choosing to accessorise with the red lipstick, it felt good. It made the look work. Then I went to work and was reminded of why …
We are never taught how to have great sex nor how to enjoy it. Our aunties, who are supposedly the sex gurus of our lives, will only talk about what to do and how to please …
In my Google notes, there is a list of things I plan to do with my partner, as this is the first beyond-one-year relationship I have had. I have a folder of our memories; screenshots from …
I have no shame. Call me shameless, unashamed. Also slut, whore, bitch. That’s what the patriarchy calls us when we dare to be unashamed. Well, I wear all those titles proudly. It took a lot to …