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Hello! Fancy seeing you here :)
You can call me Maverique or Mav, for short. Pronouns are they/them.
I'm a rather chill human whose hobbies and beliefs more or less make up their entire personality. I write about queerness, spirituality, and related topics, and speak English fluently while I dabble in French (as most people do).
Besides being a water addict and an absolute nerd, I'm also Nigerian, a flagpole queer, and a proud member of the Skeleton Clique.
When I'm not online on social media (which is 98% of the time), you can catch me crocheting, drafting an essay about God knows what, studying, learning something new related to one of my hobbies, adding even more books to my TBR, or dancing to some music.
That's about all I have to say. Wishing you peace, comfort, clarity, and gender euphoria!
- Mav :)
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After being diagnosed with severe depression, the author came out to their parents and was met with rejection framed as cultural and religious rhetoric. Raised in a critical, homophobic Christian home, they found healing through research on Africa’s rich, often-erased queer history. This essay is a love letter to queer Africans past, present, and future, affirming that queerness is not un-African.

As a queer person in a relationship with someone who isn’t queer, I have had to defend and explain my love to so many people: friends and strangers alike. [...]. My partner has been asked questions like, “Are you really straight if you’re dating them, a queer, gender non-conforming individual?”. Though usually well-meaning and born of curiosity, these questions continually put us on the spot and, at times, make me feel like a traitor to the queer community.