Well, not all of them but some. They walk up to you bold; Under the guise of friendship “I just want to be your friend if that’s cool”, she says. And she seems cool. A cool friend. Showing you around town, picking you up, dropping you off, Taking you to parties […]
March 24, 2013
Last Sunday, I had the chance to have a lovely conversation with Teju Oluokun, a Nigerian London-based filmmaker who has just released Sagba, a docu-style short film about being gay and Nigeria. Sagba means struggle in Yoruba, one of the local languages spoken in Nigeria. We spoke about Teju’s motivation behind making the film and […]
March 14, 2013
Coming up I’ve had to struggle with aligning spiritual growth with my sexuality. I believe in journeys, spreading one’s wings and generally moving forward. My family is Christian and my mum in particular always drove us to look for places to nurture ourselves. For her that was the church. Although, I can draw some good lessons […]
February 2, 2013
It wasn’t cloth-ripping or somewhat perverted but hot in a twisted way sex like Frankie and Jay’s. There was nothing hot about it. All that it was is low. Not even before I broke down and cried. I didn’t cry in front of him. I felt myself welling up and got up. Even though I could feel his bewildered […]
December 6, 2012
I have now been in Nigeria for over a little over a month and while the overall experience of catching up with family has been wonderful, a number of things have also happened that have ticked the queer in me off. I am learning with time how to react to some of them and exploring […]
November 15, 2012
What are polite and gentle words when we’re fucking? Curt and demand-like is more like it Take it off! Snap. There goes the bra. Bend over Turn around I want you on your back Come up Kiss me. A plea on occasion, “Babe, fuck me” Now! Deeper, faster, more fingers Fuck me slowly Yes, just […]
October 12, 2012
Feeling bathed in you, I got off the tube and must have walked a mile before work to try to wipe the daze. You are a charm. It was a charming morning on Oxford Street. Crisp with no leaves to let you know it’s really autumn. At 5 I walked half way home. Crossed the […]
May 16, 2013
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