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PRIDE AND THE DOLLARFICATION OF QUEERNESS

The thing with being subjected to queerphobic violence by a socially-constructed heterosexual majority group is that amidst the violence, you’re expected to accept the barest minimum from the ‘decent’ ones

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THE MANAGER

“Good afternoon, are you here to eat?” Those were the first words he said to me when I stepped inside the restaurant located in Wuse. I had a lunch date

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THE DAY WHEN WE JUST ARE (A Message About Pride)

You must think gay people do too much, especially with the whole Pride thing. I can see you thinking: We know that they are gay, so there is no need

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WICKED GAMES

His name is Ed. I’d known him on Facebook for years (we got acquainted in 2014), since when I was back in Owerri. And we had an online friendship where

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THE STOLEN APPOINTMENT

Two things: 1. You never know what your pussy is capable of until the right hand comes along. 2. I think I may have stolen somebody’s dick appointment. This story

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WELCOME TO THE WORLD

Honestly, adulthood is overrated. Ever since I started work, I haven’t had a life outside of it. It’s been work, work and some more work. But this isn’t a story

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EVERYDAY AND A MAN (Part 3)

Previously on Everyday And A Man… * “Oh no, I don’t fuck guys.” I don’t know what hit me first, that he said what he did or the way he said

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EVERYDAY AND A MAN (Part 2)

Previously on Everyday And A Man… * “Please, who’s this abeg?” I snapped at the unknown caller. “The sun is too hot and I don’t have the strength for this

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EVERYDAY AND A MAN

“Hian, where did everybody go? Abi na sleep dem dey sleep ni?” I wondered out loud as I swiped through Grindr. Tonight was particularly cold. The draft was brutal and

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EVERY MAN IS A HOMOSEXUAL FOR THE RIGHT PRICE

Around 2009, I had just relocated to Abuja and had moved in with a couple of my friends. They had a neighbour, a Calabar man who worked as a bricklayer.