To be black, lesbian, poor, and diagnosed with mental illness means I cannot always exist wholly.

By Thenjiwe/ @TeaJay_001 In the book, Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde, the introduction speaks of Lorde’s interlocking struggle of being black, a mother to two sons, and a lesbian. Re-reading this introduction, this was as far as I could go. Perhaps, it was because as I write this I am feeling exceptionally fragile. I still fail to find the […]
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HOLAA Loves: Kasha Jacqueline Nabagesera, The Founding Mother of the LGBTIQ Ugandan scene

Here we have an interview by the amazing long time LGBTI activist, editor of Bombastic Magazine, co-founder of Freedom and Roam Uganda (FARUG), Ugandan Lesbian Feminist Troublemaker and all round epic titan Kasha Jacqueline Nabagesera. Thank you to Becky, curator of Mon Pi Mon for this amazing interview. Follow Mon on Twitter with @Women4WomenUG What […]
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Dripping desire: Sexually free to roam

By Annonymous Scenario number one: There has been something that eases us into this particular scenario, whiskey cognac, wine. A lubricant, because no good story of this nature happens without something wet. Then your ‘straight’ friend turns to you and barely audibly states, ‘I could kiss you right now’. Drip.* And…It’s out there, not only […]
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By Kũi If we were to end, would you be ashamed to say you had loved a woman? Will you speak about us in hushed tones Will I be euphemistically referred to as ‘a friend’, Will you speak about us? If they ask what you were before, And you need to communicate growth that came […]
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It Rhymes With “Tush.”

By Naija Dyke/ @naijadyke  I know what I want. What I want is a relationship. A real, proper relationship. One where it’s just me, and her. No boyfriend on the side. No girlfriend on the side. In fact, a relationship where there is absolutely NO side, because I’m the appetizer, the main course, and the […]
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as the moon

By Ashley Makue/ @AfroFiend There was always something curious about her. She was both a tempting night and its secretive moon. She was born before her time, in foggy winter. Her mother’s nipples itched with the bitter cold and a lurid anticipation. She was the first born of her seventeen-year-old mother and the second child of […]
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