By Christie FossilSoul van Zyl pe·ri·od/ˈpi(ə)rēəd/ Noun: A length or portion of time. Adjective: Belonging to, or characteristic of, a past historical time, esp. in style or design: “period furniture”. Synonym time – term – epoch – age – era – season – date – cycle pain/pān/ Noun: Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or […]
By GayKindaLove I would marry you if I wasn’t already in love with your words. Now, it would be hard to distinguish you from your words and then I’d constantly fear what would happen to you and me if you ever ran out of words or were too tired to write for me, about me […]
By PamStar The past couple of months I blogged about almost seven murders of LGBTI people, and again I find myself writing about yet another murder of a young lesbian woman in Cape Town. On the morning of the 10 th November 2012 I received a call from Ndumie Funda the founder and Director of Lulekisizwe, a […]
It’s nearly Christmas so that means…family. And African families LOVE to be in your business. Send HOLAA your stories about what it is like being home, being gay and eating too much. Doesn’t matter if your in the closet or not.
By Yrsa Daley-Ward In the early hours of this morning it was far too hot for anyone to sleep. You told me I was strange and kissed me sunk your teeth into my soft bottom lip twice. So hard I thought you drew blood. I keep getting the scary feeling that if you look at […]
There is nothing like a cross Atlantic connection. As lovers of music and all things queer and colourful, HOLAA is always looking for something to share that’s wildly original and uncorrupted. Our journey led us to discover Sanyu Hunter Nicolas. An Afro-Queer artist based in New York City, Sanyu is out there making music, making […]
By Lara Gemini Poet I saw your shadow downstairs and it waved good morning as my soul still fails to wave goodbye. It stood there, leaning against the same wall I had you on when we kissed to christen our new home. You said my lips were crusty and made me a cheese sandwich […]
By Abimbola This is a remembrance of an ill-fated night; a night of humiliation at the cold hands of law enforcement agents, a night never to be relived, a night of fear and abuse. My girlfriend and I had an argument a week before that night. She had called me up earlier and insisted we […]
By Tosin Otitoju I am starting to like it in India. The local girls seem to have not a care in the world. They skip-skip-skip in the shade of a tree. They talk, with a lot of moving of hands and hips and eyes. Now they are laughing. I notice this girl. Her stomach is […]
By Tatenda I saw you Yellow Walker. You came to me ,momentarily, with kind eyes and turmeric skin. Your reticent laughter betrayed a humility I could not expect. You are not a shadow, Do you not see you Spirit?