Tag "Internalized Homophobia"

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THE HOLY SPIRIT SAID YOU SHOULD STOP

I went to church for the first time in years earlier this year because my mother wouldn’t let me be. The mass I attended was that of January when, as

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THE FOOL

You are lying naked on your bed, watching the latest season of Elite from your phone and thinking about how their pathetic love and sex lives looked just like your

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DESIRES IN THE DARK

On that windy night, a quarter of the moon dully shone in the night sky and barely a cloud was in the sky. Everything was thick and muggy. It was

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Would You Sleep With A Homophobe?

I am a fan of the television show, The Bold Type, mainly because it is one of the few Hollywood series that not only tapped into the feminist concerns of

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LIVING A LIE

My sister found my queer twitter in 2014 (a story that I told HERE) and it’s been a really crazy-ass journey since then. I lost the opportunity to study in

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DAMNED IF YOU DO, DAMNED IF YOU DON’T

There are a lot of words that can be used to replace fear. Trepidation, horror, fright, terror, panic, alarm, agitation… All of these, and more, were what you felt when

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Kito Alert: He Is Either A Catfish Or Very Internally Homophobic

So far, there have been four reports on this guy who goes by Obi Brawn (Michael) on Facebook. He is also on Tinder as Michael. And his number is 08144319992.

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KITO DIARIES PRIZE FOR WRITING: THE MAN IN A GOWN

“He doesn’t matter,” your father says. You keep your face expressionless, your lips set in the same tight line they were minutes ago. You know your father thinks you didn’t

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A DAY WITH THE GUYS

My older brother, Jimmy, is into cryptocurrency and all that online trading stuff, so it’s fair to say that he has become quite rich. And because of this, it started

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THE BOYS IN ALVAN HALL

In 2014, I was admitted to study a four-year course at the University of Nigeria. Like many young teenagers, it was an adventure and experience I had been looking forward