Posts From Pink Panther

Series (Non-Fiction) 6 Comments

MORE RANTINGS OF A RANDOM (Gay) NIGERIAN (Entry 3)

Hello, my name is Dennis and I do not like straight people. There. I said it. No, this is not my article about “heterophobia”; I still need to properly articulate

Series (Fiction) 7 Comments

SIX – 9

“You fit me just right,” Kareem growled before he rested his head on my shoulder and affectionately bit it. His mouth felt like velvet on my flushed skin. His dick

Editor's Desk 14 Comments

“We Have Allowed Our Shame And Fear To Create A Monster.” Bisi Alimi condemns the Nigerian LGBT culture of enabling the corrupt police

In the following Facebook post, Bisi Alimi had this to say about the gay culture of paying bribes to a corrupt police force to get out of arrests. He says:

Editor's Desk 3 Comments

‘Glory’, A New Pride Song?

There have been many songs out recently that we have used to find solace and confidence in who we are. From The Greatest Showman’s This Is Me to Troye Sivan’s

Series (Non-Fiction) 8 Comments

DIARY OF A TRANS NIGERIAN WOMAN

Like most children, my sense of awareness started at the age of four, when I began to compare my genitals, amongst other things, with those of my female playmates. I

Our Stories 3 Comments

Friend Of The Family

His mind is wicked, this friend. Not evil, but wickedly mischievous, like a leprechaun. Being faithful is not one of his strongest suits; he leads a double life in marriage.

Fiction 4 Comments

The Lies You Told

You listen to the sounds of the evening: the crickets chirping, the frogs croaking, the birds’ evensong. You drown your feelings in the peace you get only from nature. Peace

The Happenings 2 Comments

Could this become the new Pride flag?

A designer has come up with a new Pride flag that xe believes is more inclusive and progressive. Daniel Quasar is based in Portland, Oregon, US. Quasar identifies as a

Our Stories 11 Comments

The First Time I Was Called Homo

As a child, I was very effeminate. I acted a lot like a girl. My behind swayed as I walked, and gesticulating with limp-wristed hands while talking was the most