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THE UNEXPECTED BOTTOMING

So, first off, I am a straight woman and I’ve been an active subscriber of Kito Diaries for a very long time. I’ve got such love for the queer community,

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DAYS OF MY LIFE

As an effeminate child, I grew up having low self esteem and being insecure about how I looked. That, I think, came from the constant comparison with the other boy

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LIKE I DO

I close my eyes and let the melody of the song Like I Do by Fireboy DML, which is blasting through my headphones, carry me to another dimension. The song

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THE FIRST TIMES (Part 2)

Previously on THE FIRST TIMES… * Any time someone asks me, as part of a conversation, “So what was your first time like?” I like to clarify with a question

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THE FIRST TIMES

Before I watched the anthological TV series, Little America – a show which, inspired by the true stories featured in Epic Magazine, narrates the experiences of immigrants in the United

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MY HAND IN MARRIAGE

Okay, I’m tired. I’m really, really, really tired of my family trying to set me up with husbands. Sometime last year, I made it clear to my parents that I

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I Was Warned To Leave Straight Boys Alone (Part 2)

After going through the first few comments on my story, I Was Warned to Leave Straight Boys Alone, I have realized that it is pretty easy for people to judge

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THE STRUGGLE WITH THE “NO” YOU SAY TO MARRIAGE

There is nothing like a wedding in the family to remind elderly relatives of the unmarried status of the younger ones in the family. There is nothing like the impending

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THE PERSONAL TRAINER

My sister and her husband travelled out of the country. But before she left, my sister exhorted me to come stay at her house and mind the place. She had

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REVENGE BODY (Part 2)

Previously on REVENGE BODY… * After what happened that night, Dobi began to avoid me. At times, through the corner of my eyes, I’d catch him staring at me, and