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The Letter To My Family

Dear whoever reads this, Yes, I am 20 and I am leaving, to be happy. Of course you’ll say, being gay is not being happy, but you won’t understand. You

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THE FIRST WORD

I was fortunate to come across this blog the month it started, April 2014. I’ve tried my best to follow it and at first it was kinda a love-hate relationship.

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Ghosts Of A Boyfriend Past

This is a true life story. I love romance. But the harsh realities of my relationships have never really indulged my fanatic belief of romance. My best friend, Chuka once

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THAT FIRST TIME IN OCTOBER

FOREWORD: So, following that first time post, someone has sent in a non-fictional narration of his first sexual experience. He dedicates it to the dude who made it happen. Read

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The Road To Atheism

The mere mention of the word atheism strikes terror in the hearts of men. A stigma so strong, it holds almost equal weight with homosexuality. So I just got back

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THE ISSUE OF BLOOD

My name is KingBey, and I’m twenty-nine years old. Judging from stories I’ve heard and things I’ve observed, I’d have to say I officially bloomed into an active gay man

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In The Lonely Hour

The other day, Chucks (not real name) messaged me to tell me he would be in Lagos in a couple of days. I was ecstatic because we had planned this

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ONE STEP AT A TIME

I grew up with my fair share of insecurities. Insecurities over my complexion, my writing, parts of my anatomy, my personality and eventually, my sexual orientation. However, unlike most acquaintances

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This Thing Called Cheating

Cheating isn’t something new to any of us. Many have done it, many others are planning to. Your dear bae who gives you head ten times before dawn probably had

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EMOTIONS ARE MESSY

There’s nothing I hate more than laundry, I thought to myself one hot sunny Saturday afternoon as I spread the last T-shirt on the laundry line in the backyard. At