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 […]
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 Siya Mcuta My love I have been through hell. Sometimes I thought I would never make it. You broke my heart so many times it became a norm. I became your punching bag yet I never complained. Whenever you felt the need to scream you somehow screamed at me and the scary part […]
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?
Ladies, women, females (and all persons in between) it is time to write for HOLAA! The pieces people have already given us are gorgeous. Now we need a new wave of contributions in ANY language. Thank you for the love and support you have given the site so far. Quite a few of you have […]