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BLOODLINES

We’d been seeing each other for about a year; Sagir and I met in October 2021, and the relationship was particularly based on sex. No commitment other than whenever any

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The Trauma Of Being Dike

I had a dream this morning. A very weird dream that woke me up. I am back in Enugu, at the home of some of my family’s friends — the

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What Wilfred Wills (Part 2)

Previously on What Wilfred Wills… * I smiled to myself as the events of the previous night began to unfurl in my head; I could remember being spooned against Wilfred’s

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KISS LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING

“I like you.” I stood there, staring at his face, shocked so much that I could not speak. There was something earnest about the expression on his face, something rather

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What Wilfred Wills

We’ve since moved to a bigger house, but back then, when my family lived in a three-bedroom apartment, I shared a room with my elder brother. He is seven years

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IN THE BUSINESS OF HEARTS

Earlier this year, I was casually dating someone – let’s call him X. It ended up not going anywhere, primarily because of the baggage he appeared to be carrying from

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Silent Christmas

How do I start this without leaving any point untouched? Because you know holiday sadness randomly hits you and you cannot deal with it. You could just be out and

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AN ACE UP YOUR SLEEVE

Hello KD, it’s Dandie, your favorite asexual again. Last year, I penned my story (Am I Queering Wrong?) where I talked about my struggle with relationships as an asexual in

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What About The Gays In Our Parents’ Generation?

You know how you’ll start thinking one thing, and then it’ll cascade and before you know it, you’re ending up in a different thought process than the one you started

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THE WAIT TO CUSTOMER SERVICE

It was a really hot day with the scorching sun seemingly hanging just two feet above my head, reminding me of the reason why I need to make paradise, because