“I came out to myself. 20 years old, in a whirlwind year which I titled, myself, the most insignificant year of one’s life. I was wrong. I was so wrong. That year was the most significant for me. I came out. I came out to myself.”
—By Mantis, The (Wo)menstrual Cycle
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"Her chants and prayers spoke of built up sorrow compounded and accursed, of eternally drying desert springs that called my name in dreams, of retribution and mercy rains.
And the esoteric groans that escaped her being in the dying moments of these sacred rituals, spoke of even more torrential tears, the mystic power they harboured , power to summon a bitter Qing’s black Queen.
It was in the way the priestess used to dance before the gods that I became cosmically aware of the Purpose of Queens.”
—Dzivaramazwi, exceprt from Qings, Queens, and Castling
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"There is a whole world past that where the sensual and sexual meet. A world modeled on the beautiful form of the female African LGBTI body. A body not brutalised by violence but that speaks to the erotic, the sexual and the sensual."
—Osunality: African LGBTI Female Body & The Erotic, a Photo Essay by Siphumeze Khundayi, (Model: Kgothatso Motshele)
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"There is no reason to discredit one form of intimacy in order to try uphold the credibility of another. There are far too many people on the face of this earth for us to think it feasible that any one way of being human is more valid than another. Being heterosexual and cis-gender is no more valid than being gay, lesbian, trans* or even asexual."
Love and Freedom: Monogamy vs. Polyamory? by Thokozane ‘Blacqueer’ Minah
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Every word a note, every note a word.
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"She carries an aura, brilliant like the dawning sun.
It swallows me whole and in it, I come undone.”
“Hemispheres" by The Scribe on Interrupt Magazine
Art by Delilah Ramos
"My mother would sit beside me on my bed and draw me close to her. I relished the muted pillow-like inhalations and exhalations of her breath as much I savoured the stories. Her voice was soft, and it rose and fell with excitement as if she were divulging a secret to me. Despite her scrawny appearance, which was always hidden under a swathe of black material, she was, at those times, a comforting cushion.
But all that changed after my father died.”
—Rahiem Whisgaryby, “The Dead Don’t Get Lonely” (Pt. 1)