Tag "Life"

Love And Sex In The City 36 Comments

Love And Sex In The City (Episode 7)

FOREWORD: The first part of what I have to say is unrelated to the story below. I just want to quickly say how much I appreciate every contributor who sends

Love And Sex In The City 28 Comments

Love And Sex In The City (Episode 6)

It’d been two days since that disastrous evening (well, for me), two days since I last interacted with Bryson and Paschal. I refused to pick Paschal’s calls, and, it was

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COMING OUT: HOW MY CLOSET IS FURNISHED

One day in the office, my senior colleague Funmi whispered into my ear: “Are you gay?” I smiled. “That wouldn’t be your concern.” I didn’t know what else to say.

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A CHAPTER FROM MY LIFE

This is an achingly sad story from a fellow brother, a story I can totally relate to because it echoes my own life in some ways. Perhaps some of you

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THE QUESTION

Human beings are really very unimaginative. We live in a world where people want everything to be in black and white. But Nature herself displays a contrary opinion high up

James' Journal 32 Comments

JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 3)

Foreword (from the writer): Following the harsh criticisms of the previous entries on the James’ Journal, I would like to remind the readers that these entries are neither fiction nor

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MILES TO GO TO BECOME MINE

The norm is to meet a guy who is tall, dark and handsome. Well, the guy I met is neither. He’s instead a hunky piece of ice cream. We became

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UNFAITHFUL 1: IT’S ALL ABOUT SEX

A fucking gay-me We’ve heard it a million times. It’s the very first line spoken in the series “Queer as Folk”. It’s all about sex! Gays can’t keep their dicks

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MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE HELP

This is quite the graphic narrative, a walk down memory lane by a new Kito-Diaries-ian, Brandon Rock. Like I said, it’s real and its graphic, a cautionary foreword for readers

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WEDLOCK PADLOCK

I turned twenty-six a couple of years ago. The day after my birthday, my mum woke me up; the time was a little past 3am. She said she couldn’t sleep,