On being a gender outsider

By Sté The more I grow up, the less I feel… womanly. It can be a bit of a surprise to most of the people who’ve seen the skirt – wearing, nail – polish-ed, glitter-and-all-types-of-sweetness person that I am. Wherever I go, in all the spaces I’ve been in, queer or not, I have always […]
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She keeps me warm

Love, Poetry, HOLAAfrica
By Atieno Sylvia Fingers interlocked with mine, Heart seemed to breathe out a sigh. I doubt I’d ever been this happy before. Few words spoken, But our hearts beat as one. I turn to look at the one I want to spend a lifetime with. My love. My life. *leave a comment on the post, […]
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