Waiting To Exhale- #Repeal162

It was well past midnight. I pulled her in closer. Her breathing hadn’t slowed. She couldn’t sleep and neither could I. How could we close our eyes and shut out the world when so much lay on the line? Words seemed foreign. An intrusion. So we lay there with our thoughts, similar wars raging inside…

Black Pepper

It was the worst of days. As Hermione jostled her way into Tuskys Mfangano Street, she couldn’t help but wish for a fast end to the godforsaken day. Her woes had begun when she woke up to find that her period had arrived announced. And on the day that she needed to get to work…

End of an Era?

What started as me fiddling around on the internet has grown and sprouted a life of its own. When I started this blog in 2017, I had no way of foretelling where it would go, or the amazing memories it would give me. I extremely blessed, to have had you read my words, to have…

The Massage & Exhale Anthology

Next time Maddie, just keep your mouth shut. I was straddled on top of her, reaching for lotion, taking as much time as I could. In about twenty seconds, she would realize that when I said I give great massages, I was being a bit generous with words. The one thing that came to my…

Birthday Check In & Childhood Dreams

Like everyone else my age, the moment I read Gifted Hands by Ben Carson, I wanted to be a neuro-surgeon when I grew up. The book was almost as popular as Harry Potter. A few chapters in, I was convinced that I would grow up to achieve great feats like Ben Carson did. Then, I…

Finish What We Started

Me: I am so horny. S: You young people. You’re incorrigible. Didn’t we? Jana? Four times? Me: So? S: It should have been enough. Me: I have needs Susan. I am sorry if old age brought with it a limited desire for sexual escapades but I can’t relate. S:    S:Now who said anything about…

Masturbation and Me, A Romantic Comedy

This story has all the makings of a romantic comedy: the disillusioned start, the dramatic first meeting, the calamitous middle and a happy ending. Enjoy. I haven’t always had the best relationship with sex. For someone who is always talking about it on my Instagram, and as a self-proclaimed sex expert, I know that can…

Why Do I Fall So Fast? (Finding The One)

Every good story begins with a disclaimer. And so, will this one. For the people herein described, there is no way for me to tell my story without talking about you. I know some of you are deeply private people so I will leave out any identifying features, change your name and anything that might…

An Update

The Nairobi weather pretty much mirrors my life right now. In one word: chaotic. It’s terribly, unbearably cold, then the sun comes out for a second. And we carry our laptops and we go sit outside in the sun only for it to disappear, like, ‘bitch, you thought’. This month has been a rollercoaster. Equal…

A Kenyan Pride Love Letter

In trying to imagine a Kenyan pride, I asked on Twitter and Instagram, what pride means to you, how you are celebrating it and your favourite thing about the Kenyan queer community, if there is. The answers I received are below, in italics. I don’t think in Kenya I can personally celebrate it because I…

Ropes

She was a beauty to behold. Even now, when her novelty was starting to wear off, she still managed to have an effect on me. She was on the bed, hands tied to the bedpost. Her thighs, which were tied too, were spread apart. My rope work was terrible. In the same way that I…

I Know A Place

I knew When you told me you don’t wanna go home tonight And you tried to just shrug it off when I asked you why Somebody hurt you Somebody hurt you The air tasted of destruction. A strange mix of smoke, dust and metal. Smoke rose angrily to the sky as if cursing the stupidity…

Dating: My Sexy Mix Of Issues

It is cold as balls. Not that I would know what temperature balls are but I am sure that’s a phrase I’ve heard. The matatu I am in is playing 2000s RnB. If that’s not the perfect backdrop for me trying to figure out my thoughts on dating, I am not sure what is. Chingy…

That’s So Gay: Exploring Queer Language

The below is an exploration of language. A tracing back of where we have come from. Not all sexualities or identities are represented. This is not meant to be intentionally exclusive. Language is a powerful tool. How we use words gives them power. The same words we use to show people we love them, could…

Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered

It was the most perfect imperfect day. Earlier on, we had failed miserably at trying to have shower sex. A card had been slipped under our door notifying us of an electric fault that was being repaired. It meant that if we wanted to shower, we would have to make do with a cold one….

Here, A Queer Anthology | Call For Submissions

We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it… Here is an anthology that seeks to celebrate queer bodies in Kenya through prose, poetry, art, interviews and more. Here spans across all genres, from voices occupying all sorts of bodies. a rallying cry signaling our existence and honoring it. We are looking for stories and art, created by…

XOXO, GIGI |A Short Story

I try to write when I can so here is a piece I hope humans here will enjoy. My name is BKM (no cool nick name, just joined my first and middle name to make the “BK”.. Sounds coolish! The M-my last name). I am a queer human rights activist from Botswana with a passion…

Queer Womyn In Africa | Chmba_

Queer Womyn is a series that seeks to celebrate bodies that are queer and that identify as womyn. It is an intimate conversation on what both identities mean for us and how they intersect. Above all, it is an opportunity to be seen as present. A not so subtle raising of the hand, clearing of…

Twenty Kenyan Baby Dyke Worries | An Update

Many crushes and orgasms later, I am back to find out if I may have learned new things about some of the things that were worrying me a few months ago. Let’s see.   Am I doing it right? I still have no clue. But if the whimpers and adulation are anything to by, I am…

Queer Womyn In Kenya: B

Queer Womyn In Kenya is a series that seeks to celebrate bodies that are queer and that identify as womyn. It is an intimate conversation on what both identities mean for us and how they intersect. Above all, it is an opportunity to be seen as present. A not so subtle raising of the hand,…

Simon Vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda | Queer Book Review 2

“I try not to change, but I keep changing, in all these tiny ways…And every freaking time, I have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again.” Today I am wondering just how much what we are going through affects the reading experience: how much we enjoy the book, what we take from it…

Tipping The Velvet: Queer Book Review #1

His pleasure had turned, at the last, to a kind of grief; and his love was a love so fierce and so secret it must be satisfied, with a stranger, in a reeking court like this. I knew about that kind of love. I knew how it was to bare your palpitating heart, and be…

Calling All Queers

Is there anything better than belonging? Than that deep sense of contentedness that comes with knowing you belong to something bigger than yourself? Maybe. But this feeling comes with so much happiness, at least for me. I seek to create that for other people, in whatever ways I can. That is why I am calling…

When A Woman Loves A Woman

When a woman loves a woman…. It is everything. Hands that can’t stay still and words that can’t stay in. It’s bitten fingernails, lost to the is she or isn’t she debate. It’s the millions of words that die by the delete button. Trying to come up with the perfect text. Something witty. Something forward…

Valentine’s Day: One Day, Three People

There was nothing to be excited about. Valentine’s Day was a hallmark Calendar, a capitalist creation that was meant to swindle you of your money. And over what? Cheap flowers and cotton stuffed bears? Dennis was way above that. Previous experience had proved that it wasn’t his lucky day. Three years ago, his then boyfriend…

Queer In Kenya Survey: The Results

When there is no real documentation, we can slip through the cracks. Entire histories of real human beings can fade away and be erased by people not willing to acknowledge their existence. I wanted to know more about you, but with the state of things in our country, I knew I wouldn’t find you in…

Let’s Talk About Femmes

In this post, some of the sexualities I mention may be yours or they might not. Some of the pronouns I use may be yours or they might not. You might not relate with some of the terms I use, such as ‘gay’ and might prefer ‘queer’. I ask that you read this with an…

Twenty Kenyan Baby Dyke Worries

Do you ever stop being a baby dyke? I am finding that every day, there is something new to learn about the queermunity, about being queer, about being a lesbian, about women, about everything really. At times, I am very much the deer in the headlights. Not quite sure what to say, how to navigate…

My Favourite Queer Things 2

I really do like a lot of things. One of the privileges of having a blog is that you can gently force the things you like on people. Many moons ago, I shared some of the blogs, people, youtube things that I was enjoying at the time. Since, I have dropped some and picked up…

Being Gay and Godly

My mother wasn’t always a priest. In the years before her priesthood, we were still devout Christians in our house. I remember Sunday school, wearing turtle necks under my dresses. There was nothing Christian about that. It was just my mother’s way of dressing me. I remember reciting memory verses, singing songs, immersing myself in…

New Year, Same Old Queers

Hi! What a year 2017 was, yeah? I wanted to tackle it with a blog post but then decided to make it a podcast or rather 13 minutes of me going on and on and on. But my voice is nice to listen to, if that’s any consolation. I gushed, I confessed, I embarrassed someone…

Little Temple | A Short Story

The bouncer strolled into the VIP Section with the confidence of a man who knows his place. His eyes scurried through the mass of people gathered. Satisfied, he turned slowly and walked out. He left in his wake, the strong scent of Axe Men Dry Anti-perspirant. It was a party of smells. Rising from the…

A Letter You Won’t Read

It has been a while since we had a story on here. Enjoy. 💛💛💛   One day I’ll be going through my phone, and I’ll stumble on this and laugh. I’ll take a screenshot and send it to you. And we will laugh about it the same way we laughed about the coordinates.   Or…

I Should Have Known Earlier I Was Gay

Heteronormativity sucks, doesn’t it It feels nice to put a finger on what gears have been malfunctioning. Kenya being a heteronormative society puts a blind on some very core issues of people who identify as not straight. I for one did not have a clue as to why boys made me cringe. It was a…

A Letter To The Girlfriend I Don’t Have

Yet.   It’s 23:55 and I can’t sleep because I slept during the day. I need to be up early tomorrow. I am hoping writing to you will calm my mind down. Enough for me to actually get some sleep. I haven’t written to you. I have hardly talked to you. I have conjured up…

Out Film Festival & A Quiet Revolution

Work is really tough and I have mad nerves (I don’t want to say anxiety because I don’t want to misappropriate it). But because I promised Zandi, and convinced Bestie, I have to go for the film festival. Zandi picks me up and I can’t stop talking. She is really understanding. She even asks if…

27, The Exhibition

A group, seated in a circle. I would love to tell you how everyone looked like but I never scan the crowd. Partly because I am severely short-sighted, mostly because I am painfully shy. Certain people stood out though. Njoki Ngumi, the moderator, Kari from NGLHRC and the artists who we had sat behind. Kawira…

Let’s Talk About Sex And Other Things

Let’s just get this out of the way. Our queer mamas (I don’t know how they’ll take to this name) over at Hola Africa have been having some great conversations about women having sex with women all week. Today they are talking about consent. Today we shall be looking at the consent part of safe…

Being Queer Shouldn’t Mean Death

I had a dream last night. It wasn’t one of the sex dreams that have been haunting me because I have a crush on someone and she won’t let me breathe, even in my dreams. And it wasn’t the super powers dream that I had had the night before. Last night I dreamt that they…

LGBT Content Is Not Evil, Ezekiel

A guest post. “These people should be burnt.” “We should stone them.” These are just some of the utterances I have seen following social media posts following any kind of LGBTQ+ content in Kenya. I will not go ahead and try to talk to these people and tell them to look at the people in…

Why Not Date A Man

  😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 why would you not date a man then date a woman that looks exactly like a man??? Why?? pic.twitter.com/S6kLXBNyaZ — NeleMwangi (@Annitajoe1) October 9, 2017 //platform.twitter.com/widgets.js Why do we as human beings, often feel the need to ‘understand’ people’s choices? Let’s just begin by making it clear that everyone should be able to…

A Dozen Tulips| #QueeringTheCloak

A dozen long-stemmed tulips showed up at work, wrapped neatly in yellow tulle and pale cream ribbons. All the girls rushed to my desk, cooing. They said I was the luckiest girl in the world. That my ‘boyfriend’ was the sweetest person on the planet. That they had never seen anything so pretty. That I…