NSFW — The Fine Lady In Town by Shane D.


There’s this fine lady in town
She  is so pretty… Damn!
Couldn’t resist but I had  to stay calm
Finally I too her down
to my room and unto my bed
We kissed till our lips got red
I wanted more but she got scared
Saying its all sex piled up in my head
I said ‘hush’, I’ve always cared
She smiles so I went for her skirt
I ripped it off and undid her shirt
It was round and firm; I mean her breasts
Her nipple tugged against her lace bra
Her body smooth, without a scar
I kissed her chin and ran my tongue behind her ear
She moaned as I gave her more than she could bear.
I went way down… Under
My god! She was wet; dripping like a broken shower
I slid in and she moaned going yonder
We got ecstatic as her moans grew louder
Why she cried, I still wonder
But she shook as she cum’d within the hour!



Her Life by Shane D.

In her everyday life
She tries to love and drown her fears
Treading cautiously through the lies
Hidden by smiles… I still see the tears.
Love is as incomprehensible as water
Stick your nose in your own business; why judge her?
She’s capable of love and that’s what matters
Why then does the society hate her?
So when things get this way
Sad and slow with a bitter taste
She squares her shoulders; mindless of what they say
‘Cos she was never born a waste.
The blue sky is a reminder of a full life ahead
She is inspired by the choruses of care-free birds
It’s her life she lives and none else’s
And she sees just how perfect the sky is with a ‘RAINBOW’ hanging on it!

Live your truth

Sisters Gabi 22 (left) and Dani 13 (right)

Don’t they just make you want to live our truth?!

Dani’s mo’hawk and style are basically very wicked indeed. Peep the colour of Gabi’s purse.

l.i.b.e.r.a.t.i.o.n. theory

Editor’s note: I apologize in advance for any typos or grammar errors. I am not emotionally there yet to proofread this. Therefore, you’ll get my whole truth in its messy, raw form.

Yesterday I posted a passage about how tragedy can serve as a catalyst for transcendental peace or it can push you to attach to new identities. For me, it has done a little of both. It’s caused me to examine my relationship to my identities and fight tooth and nail against identifying with them, though often at a price.

As many of you who have been following this blog since the beginning may know, I’ve been battling infertility for a number of years. As I type this, I’m shocked myself that it’s been four years already. For much of that time, I thought that my challenges were due to technical difficulties—timing ovulation and inseminations, having the proper mindset…

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Sticks & Stones by Chiamaka E.



Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

Sticks and stones may break my bones but…

Who the hell am I kidding

Your words are like knives

They slice open arteries

Rip my tendons to shreds

They cause more pain than

Bullets shot from point blank range

Words thinly veiled in hate and judgment

Wrap hands around my throat

Constrict my airways

They slide between the cracks

Inaccessible by your blows

Tear holes in my heart

Unseen by human eyes

There is no band-aid big enough

Or glue strong enough

So let’s be real

Sticks and stones may break bones

But those eventually heal

Words cause permanent damage

Anderson Cooper Makes A Stand


Andrew, as you know, the issue you raise is one that I’ve thought about for years. Even though my job puts me in the public eye, I have tried to maintain some level of privacy in my life. Part of that has been for purely personal reasons. I think most people want some privacy for themselves and the people they are close to.

But I’ve also wanted to retain some privacy for professional reasons. Since I started as a reporter in war zones 20 years ago, I’ve often found myself in some very dangerous places. For my safety and the safety of those I work with, I try to blend in as much as possible, and prefer to stick to my job of telling other people’s stories, and not my own. I have found that sometimes the less an interview subject knows about me, the better I can safely and effectively do my job as a journalist.

I’ve always believed that who a reporter votes for, what religion they are, who they love, should not be something they have to discuss publicly. As long as a journalist shows fairness and honesty in his or her work, their private life shouldn’t matter. I’ve stuck to those principles for my entire professional career, even when I’ve been directly 12039_084asked “the gay question,” which happens occasionally. I did not address my sexual orientation in the memoir I wrote several years ago because it was a book focused on war, disasters, loss and survival. I didn’t set out to write about other aspects of my life.

Recently, however, I’ve begun to consider whether the unintended outcomes of maintaining my privacy outweigh personal and professional principle. It’s become clear to me that by remaining silent on certain aspects of my personal life for so long, I have given some the mistaken impression that I am trying to hide something – something that makes me uncomfortable, ashamed or even afraid. This is distressing because it is simply not true.

I’ve also been reminded recently that while as a society we are moving toward greater inclusion and equality for all people, the tide of history only advances when people make themselves fully visible. There continue to be far too many incidences of bullying of young people, as well as discrimination and violence against people of all ages, based on their sexual orientation, and I believe there is value in making clear where I stand.

The fact is, I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.

I have always been very open and honest about this part of my life with my friends, my family, and my colleagues. In a perfect world, I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business, but I do think there is value in standing up and being counted. I’m not an activist, but I am a human being and I don’t give that up by being a journalist.

Since my early days as a reporter, I have worked hard to accurately and fairly portray 19447_001_1563_CCgay and lesbian people in the media – and to fairly and accurately portray those who for whatever reason disapprove of them. It is not part of my job to push an agenda, but rather to be relentlessly honest in everything I see, say and do. I’ve never wanted to be any kind of reporter other than a good one, and I do not desire to promote any cause other than the truth.

Being a journalist, traveling to remote places, trying to understand people from all walks of life, telling their stories, has been the greatest joy of my professional career, and I hope to continue doing it for a long time to come. But while I feel very blessed to have had so many opportunities as a journalist, I am also blessed far beyond having a great career.

I love, and I am loved.

In my opinion, the ability to love another person is one of God’s greatest gifts, and I thank God every day for enabling me to give and share love with the people in my life. I appreciate your asking me to weigh in on this, and I would be happy for you to share my thoughts with your readers. I still consider myself a reserved person and I hope this doesn’t mean an end to a small amount of personal space. But I do think visibility is important, more important than preserving my reporter’s shield of privacy.

Traditional Wisdom

Igbo proverb: Onye kporo oba ya nkpokoro, agbataobi ejiri ya kpoo ntu. If you say your basket is useless, the neighbours convert it to a trash can. Meaning: If you don’t value yourself, nobody will appreciate you.