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THIS IS WHY WE LIVE

The first time you tried to hang yourself, you could not find a rope in the house. Later, you’d discover one rolled up in a corner in the storeroom behind

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THE CONUNDRUM OF TOPS AND BOTTOMS: THE AGE FACTOR

As a knowledgeable person, I feel like there’s very little that can get me confused or unsure of my own mind or the rightness of my decisions. Now, throughout my

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THERE IS NO SHAME IN LOVE

It has always lived in his eyes, dancing in the shadows and avoiding the light, afraid of being discovered. Yet I already knew it was there. But he didn’t know

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360 Degrees (Part 2)

So you guys remember my sexy barber, right? Well, let’s call him Frank. So he actually isn’t much of a text person. He calls – too much of it being

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360 Degrees

So the night came, recently, when I went out for a shave. My barber in Port Harcourt has a PhD when it comes to haircuts, and he loves male customers

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NO HOMO

This year has been shitty for me relationship-wise. Really shitty! It usually goes thus: Bain meet’s boy. Boy is straight. Boy knows Bain is gay. Boy doesn’t have a problem

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ON GETTING OLDER

It was Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s birthday recently (kindly note that she is THE ONE, THE ONLY ONE), and while we were paying tributes on social media and all, Pink Panther

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Men Are Scum

I’ve always wanted the true love of a man. And maybe I did get close to having it. But that one move by my sixteen-year-old self was the worst mistake

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About Angelina Jolie And The Movie ‘First They Killed My Father’ Through The Eyes of a Nigerian

The following is an incredibly moving piece written by Nigerian writer and filmmaker, Jude Idada on his Facebook timeline. It is not LGBT-related – or perhaps it is – but

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ABOUT COMING OUT

My nuclear family and some of my extended family know I’m gay, thanks to mother. I didn’t mind that she told my dad and brothers. It was inevitable. But then