I Told Her to Abort

Location: Tanzania So I have hooked up with this guy who has told this really sad tale. We were the only people on Grindr in the entire region. We had met before and I blew him. He wasn’t really my type to be honest, but there is a drought out here and you have to take…

The 10 Types of Dutch Gays

Here we go. This is from me, twisted around in my head and regurgitated through the tips of my fingers. It could be hilarious; it could be pathetic. I am gonna have fun with this, because as I am typing this, I am reliving every Dutch gays characteristics. A friend asked me, how can you…

I Kissed A Girl And I …

I found out that there was a student party through my housemates; they had already bought their tickets. I was not sure if I would go. We were having drinks at our place.  The group was getting bigger and I was already getting tipsier. I was like a honeybee, the freaking worker Apis Mellifera jumping from…

A Very Turkish & Moroccan Affair

I would try to deconstruct MY Turkish and Moroccan experience so far in NL. I don’t intend for this to be the template or a generalization of what Turks and Moroccans are in NL; this is simply my experience. So far. It could change or not. So when you are reading this, read it with your…

Under A Strong Iraqi Rule

It is 10pm. I can’t sleep because the boner doesn’t let me. A torso starts chatting with me on Grindr. It is a good torso but it could be fake for all I know. It is hairy but not too much. It could belong to a Turk or a Moroccan. Initially the chats are far…

A Somali Xperience

This is not going to be good. Someone sends me a pic after chatting with him. He is discreet and says he is black. He seems legit though and we swaps numbers. He claims to be a Brit in AMS for holidays, heading back after the weekend is over. We are chatting on Thursday. On Friday…

The Ashtray & Hairy Portuguese

It has decided to start snowing in Leiden. It never snows here or at least this is what I have been told. Mostly the snow decides to blend in with the rain and create something like a sludge. Not pretty. It is around midnight and I have just wrapped up a party in my house….

Respecting The Coming Out Process

My memories are normally tainted, marred like misty windows, but this one is vivid, was and still is. I saw him for the first time and my heart stopped. Something happened within me, something that can be characterized as a crush. It was 1998 and Ricky Martin had found a way towards the living room…

Anal Sex – Tanzania’s Perspective

“Sex against the nature of the body”, that is how anal sex is referred to in TZ. Ngono kinyume cha maumbile.  Growing up, I knew that anal sex was frowned upon in TZ. It was really a collection of anecdotes, stories and gossips that all sought to highlight that my country took a issue with people having…

Homosexuality – A Gender Issue

At an early age, growing up in Tanzania, I knew that there was something intrinsically different about me, at my core; the first anxiety that came in a wave was a gendered one. Somehow this identity that was in me, this thing that I was harboring, alone, this thing that differentiated me from the boys, seemed…

Straight Label Rejected

The case for the renegotiation of straightness with the hope of chipping away the oppressive language towards homosexuals For years, my conversation has largely borrowed the word ‘straight’ to refer to heterosexuals, males to be specific, as it has been more pertinent; its relevance stemming from the need to find my place, to define myself,…

Death of gay-straight male friendship

In 2010, I was supposed to go to Chile to manage a program in a University. Part of the process was the starting of the conversation with students in the program. One of them was Nicolas. Sadly, the program was scrapped off and I didn’t go to Chile. However, my friendship with Nicolas started. I didn’t…