Queer: Irie for the Straight Gyal

By Sibongile Oageng K For most of my Life, Queerness was never a concept I associated with myself. It was always something with which I was familiar, yet comfortably detached. I was an ally, safely fighting from behind the wings but never on the brightly lit stage for everyone to see. This way, I wasn’t personally […]
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by Mxtrx N And two years later. No one, least of all us, Could ever imagine, We would lay here The moon illuminating your room Soft sounds fill your room  You touch me like you want to soak me in Like you’re remembering And relearning. Connecting. Black bodies Queer bodies. Soft bodies Eye contact and heavy […]
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Revolving Door

By Aisha Ali Haji She looked at her phone as it lit up, slowly inhaling the cigarette in her hand. It was the only light in the dark room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her feet hanging on the side. There was an ashtray next to her and every few seconds […]
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Trois femmes, une bouteille, et un endroit ensoleillé [Three women, a bottle, and a sunny place]

Par Anonyme Au début, c’était assez innocent. Des jeux à boire, un après-midi d’été. Un groupe de jeunes femmes qui riaient en parlant des hommes, de l’éducation, des garçons, des amis, des mecs, des moments d’ivresse pendant les vacances, et bien sûr des hommes. Les heures passaient, et quand le soleil a disparu, deux de […]
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Fear of Courage

By X Fear of being overbearing to you with my onslaught of admiration echoes deep in my head as images of your impeccable face cloud my mind, hindering my sight to everything else but you. It whispers whimsical notes of a frightened heart and an eager being to line new paths, upending stones that reveal […]
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What is ecstasy?

By Martians Alive To taste that sweet upon sweet; candy syrupiness; honey succulent; sickly-sweetness, when my penchant for kisses slowly caressing your chocolate skin conquers my being. To feel that quiver as it runs through your perfect body when my slender finger grazes your skin, As my strong tongue torments your nipples in my mouth […]
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Une lettre à mon identité Queer

Très Chère[1] Moi, Je crois qu’il est grand temps de l’admettre : ces trois derniers mois ont été pour toi mouvementés et assez intenses en émotion, et ceci à cause de mes diverses expériences. « Mouvementés » décrit en effet parfaitement ces trois derniers mois. Des fous rires par-ci, des moments de joie par-là, mais surtout, de la […]
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