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  1. Dunamis c
    June 10, 2018

    I remember back then in JS 1… I had this classmate who was very “girlie” n during a physical education class which was on the Badminton court boys were asked to gather one side n girls one side… Then he joined the girls on the underside… Our P.E teacher gave him the beatings of his life… She retorted “I don’t know if you want to be a homosexual” that was my first time of hearing the word… This left the boy withdrawn n a shadow of his always happy self.

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  2. Black Dynasty
    June 10, 2018

    *Cooked boys* I can definitely relate. I finished sec school in 2003 so quite a while ago.
    Homo wasn’t used heavily in naij at the time, but I remember the first time a similat word was used, it hurt and it stuck. Making me self conscious, definitely made me stop doing activities (drama club, french club, choir, home econs club etc) i used to enjoy for fear of being seen as less than the “man” I was supposed to be.
    I wish I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have given a damn and lived life to the best of my ability with no fear.

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  3. Net
    June 10, 2018

    Amen to this

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  4. T
    June 10, 2018

    This piece is literally describing my entire life as a child
    No one should have to be scared of being who they are effeminate or not

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  5. Delle
    June 10, 2018

    You’ll need that book, Cooked Boys, signed by one who knew he was effeminate as a child and never felt any compulsion to change.

    You’ll need that book signed by me.😊

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    • Bee
      June 13, 2018

      Muah. Their looks and [sometimes] words discomforted me, no doubt, but I never felt like changing.

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  6. Omiete
    June 10, 2018

    Amen!!! What a good read for a Sunday. I was called the same names growing up even till now. There were also times I tried to be manly but I couldn’t fake it for so long. How I survived childhood it’s just God. There is a small boy in my compound who is very I touch with his feminine side. He lives catwalking and loves been on heels and I am very scared for him and at the same time j am happy he is born at this time. Most of us had to deal with our feelings by ourselves, suffered at the hands of boys we taught cared for us. Now no one has to go through this alone that’s why I feel that we can never have too much lgbt representation on tv.

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  7. Poiter
    June 10, 2018

    Amen! Thanks dear, our day will surely come.

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  8. Dunder
    June 10, 2018

    I was that kid that felt betrayed every time I got a doll as a present- yes, I could manage a teddy but it was obvious I wanted the robots, guns, cars and baseball bats my brothers got. I couldn’t even deal with the sewing/knitting clique in the church’s talent training. I focused on my clay work and was celebrated and encouraged by the guy who tutored us and a teacher who was just like me but we all grow up…

    When those years came, I wanted to kiss my friends who wanted to kiss boys… I wanted to play with and fight with the boys who wanted to kiss me… I noticed the world looking and my holy lord was throwing a heavenly fit. It didn’t matter how much I studied my Bible, loved my neighbor or kept a clean conscience. It was my job to solve a problem he created and his job to take the glory in the end. I summoned courage and began seeking answers to questions and accepting the answers I already knew. Today, I don’t look unto the hills for my help- I realize I’ve always been fine.

    If you are in those formative years, realize that the truth always wins. The only way to win without the needless bruising and bleeding is not to fight it. Yes, spare your neck the madman’s noose but to yourself, don’t deny the truth. Different is not dangerous. Uncommon is not abnormal. If you are out of those years, stop wasting precious time getting tortured by truth in a fixed fight. You can’t run and you can’t hide you can only win with truth on your side. Give up the lie and accept what yiur truth that holds in it: your freedom and victory. This was serious Sunday stuff.

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  9. Jerade
    June 11, 2018

    This took me back to when I hated myself with very nerve in my body, I always wondered why I just couldn’t be masculine like my brother. It hurts though, I tired blending and becoming masculine but it never worked. But hell,I’m glad that I came this far.
    To think I almost committed suicide at some point.

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  10. Peaches
    June 11, 2018

    Could not be told any other way, Felix, bravo!. This is magnificent with glitters on top.

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