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<description><![CDATA[OFFICIAL BLOG PAGE FOR  OUTINKENYA. WE ARE A COMMUNITY OF LESBIAN GAY & BI WOMEN WITH PASSION FOR EACH OTHER & FOR KENYA]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for July 08, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<strong><span style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); ">There are so many changes around us these days. The country is changing, the world is changing and even our community is changing too. People are dynamic and changes are a part of life. Some are welcome, some not so welcome. It can seem overwhelming. Things we thought are a given suddenly aren't anymore. The stable and steady influences come into doubt or even disappear altogether. Disintegration and chaos can seem to reign. Especially if you are a single woman. More so if you are single and a lesbian in a place where being these two things is not accepted by the ignorant section of society (who can be a majority). During these difficult times, where can one turn? There are no helplines, counselling centres, or any other such help available.<br />
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</span></strong><span style="color:rgb(255, 127, 0); font-weight:bold; ">It is during these times that friends can come in so handy. People one can trust and&nbsp; people who accepts them as they are. With all their failings and successes,&nbsp; Desires, wishes, yearnings... Friends can indeed be the rock one can rely on. Friends are the family you choose, it has been said. So true. And so this entry is a tribute to all our friends. The people we hang out with. That first woman we sneaked a cigarrette in the loos with and who became our best friend. The people we go out for drinks with. That routine saturday afternoon lunch-cinema-drinks-clubs gang of friends we meet up with. And not forgetting that infamous friend-lover-friend again cycle. It drives us insane, but keeps us sane too. To friendship and all our dear friends!....</span><br />
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<pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 15:38:19 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for June 17, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[  <p><b style=""><u><span style="font-size:14pt; ">UNTITLED</span></u>…</b><b style=""><span style="font-size:8pt; ">BY NIDHAMU</span></b></p>
<b style=""><span style="font-size:8pt; "><span style="">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>(sapphomambo)<br />
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</span></b>  <p><font size="3"><b style="">I was looking forward</b></font></p>
<b style=""><span style="font-size:12pt; "><span style="">&nbsp;</span>To a quiet evening<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>When you called<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And I knew I would be<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Tasting you tonight<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>It's been a month of <br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Convincing self<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>That sex is played out<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And celibacy is the new religion<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>But you stepped out of a <br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Sweetsmelling bubble bath<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Body glistening and wet<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And I drank in your<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Perfumed scent<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>My arms went around your waist<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And my tongue flickered in reflex<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>My memory of how you taste<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Remains impeccable<br />
<br />
</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-size:12pt; ">You lay on the couch<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Sweethoneybrownchocolatemolasses<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Is what came to mind<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>on seeing<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Your wide open legs inviting<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Me to see<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>To take a peak<br />
At what I've been missing<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>(oohhhweee baby!)<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>my tongue flickered involuntarily<br />
and I<span style="">&nbsp; </span>knew i'd have to taste you<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
I wanted to inhale you<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>I wanted your nipples to fill my mouth<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>I wanted to swallow your tongue<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And taste your every essence<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>But I also didn't want you<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Feeling like it's only about fuck-in<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>(so I brought you twelve red roses)<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>but I wanted to fcuk you<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>so hard that my name<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>is all you ever remembered<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>you put your tongue in my mouth<br />
<br />
</span></b>  <p><b style=""><font size="3">you let your fingers <br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>slide down my ass<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>you touched and felt..<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>and felt me get wet<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>your smile triumphant<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>let me know you knew<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>exactly the effect<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>your nakedness had on me<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>my tongue flickered involuntarily<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>and I new I'd have to taste you<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>I wanted to fill your every crevice<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>The space between your neck and ear<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Your collarbone<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Your nipples that speak hard<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And sound soft<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span><br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>My mouth covered your breasts<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>In silent ecstasy<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>And I could hear your <br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>Not so silent moan of pleasure<br />
<span style="">&nbsp;</span>But dear god I have to taste you<br />
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<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 12:02:41 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for May 14, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<span style="color:rgb(191, 0, 95); "><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 255); ">What fate has brought us here?<br />
What hand has guided us towards each other?<br />
What binds our souls together?<br />
What keeps us here?<br />
What is it that i adore in you?<br />
What do u see in me?<br />
This love we share between us, how can it be wrong?<br />
It is so good. So long have i longed for you.......<br />
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And why do you frown my love?<br />
Why do you shiver and seem so anxious?<br />
Why are you scared to hold my hand?<br />
Why do you insist on keeping the curtains drawn?<br />
Why my love, will u not say you are mine?<br />
Why won't you acknowledge our love?<br />
Ah, i understand....<br />
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Is it your mother and father ?<br />
Is it your brothers and sisters ?<br />
Is it your relatives, friends.?<br />
Is it your village folk, you co-workers?<br />
Is it the law my darling?<br />
It is ok my love.They won't know.....<br />
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Say I am your best friend, because I am and you are mine.<br />
Say I am your housemate, because we live together.<br />
Say I am your colleague, because we work side by side.<br />
Say I am your inspiration, because you are mine.<br />
Say I am your refuge, because in my arms I feel you relax and rest.<br />
Say I am your companion, because you are mine too in this journey.<br />
But my love.....<br />
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Will you say I am your woman?<br />
Will you say I am your wife?<br />
Will you say I am your lover?<br />
Because I always say you are my woman, wife and lover.<br />
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<pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 16:57:32 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for April 27, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[  <h2 style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia; "><span style="color:rgb(255, 0, 127); ">I Am What I Am...</span></span></h2>   <p style=""><span style="">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p style=""><strong>Choice, Orientation, Fate…. Why am I attracted to other women? Why am I in love with my best friend?<span style="">&nbsp; </strong>Am I normal? What’s wrong with me?</span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">These are some of the questions that a lot of women agonize over in the long journey to attaining self identity and self knowledge. It doesn’t help if there is no visibility, acknowledgment and acceptance of others who have undertaken the same journey.</span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">Some call it a matter of choice. It can be. But<span style="">&nbsp; </span>choice made after agonizing soul searching, sleepless nights and very stressful days often to the point of breakdown. And so to dismiss it as merely a “choice that one can change” is both unreasonable, impractical, ignorant and inhumane. </span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">Others accept that it is Orientation. We are born this way. It is in our genes, in our blood to be attracted to other women. In fact, there have been some scientific studies aimed at supporting this theory. So again to dismiss Lesbians, Gay or Bi women (in fact all gay people) as “inherently disordered” is again displaying ignorance and a high level of intolerable cruelty.</span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">Other’s call it fate, tradition, culture etc… It is not fate. It can be in the tradition or culture (as in some tribes in Kenya) but this is hardly fate. And while we acknowledge that in tradition, there have been instances where women have lived with women due to cultural demands, we also reiterate that there are many women who have done so because they wanted to. The tradition or specific culture offered them opportunity to live as Lesbians, Gay and Bi women. The traditional set-up (which has since been destroyed in most cases) affirmed, accepted and provided these women an environment where there were free to be themselves.</span></p>
<p style=""><span style="">This is sorely lacking in post modern Kenya. Whether by choice, Orientation, Fate etc… It is a fact that Lesbian, Gay and Bi women exist in our society. Continual denial of our presence and who we are is a violation of our human rights. Whatever the reason, </span><strong><span style="color:rgb(255, 0, 127); ">we exist, we are here and we are proud to be who we are.</strong> </span></p>
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<pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 13:39:03 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for April 02, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>This is a prison,</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>There are no walls, no sentries</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>But it is a prison.</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>when will i be free?</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>In five years? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty?</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Will I ever be free?</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to walk the land as myself</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to be in the open</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to enjoy the sun and the birds singing in the acacia trees</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to walk along the beaches of the beautiful coast</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to be out of this prison of aloness and loneliness</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Free to walk hand in hand with my loved one</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>The woman wo continues to try and be with me</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>But I am afraid for her and for me</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Afraid that she too is in a prison</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>She is not free. Neither am I</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>When will we be free?</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>When will we stop being "non citizens"</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>And be free to roam our land</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Enjoy the beauty of living</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Together, hand in hand, my lady and I</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>In five, Ten, Fifteen, Twenty years?</strong></font></p>
<p><font color="#c00000" face="Comic Sans MS"><strong>Ever?</strong></font></p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 10:52:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for March 21, 2006]]></title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:20:50 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for March 14, 2006]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<strong>Now we are twenty five members and growing! <font color="#0080ff">OUTINKENYA</font> is going from strength to strength. We, women are going from strength to strength. Strong in ourselves. In who we are as lesbian, bisexual or any other form of identity. Supporting each other. Loving each other. And despite ignorance, social ostracization and outright prejudice by others, we are proud of who we are. We are proud of being here. We are proud of <font color="#ff00ff">being.<img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" alt="Image" /></font></strong>]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:03:38 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for December 21, 2005]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align:center; "><strong>I never felt this way about loving. Until i met you</strong> <strong>lady....<img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" alt="Image" /></strong></div>]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 18:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for November 13, 2005]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><font color="#ff0000">IMPORTED DISCRIMINATION</font></strong>&nbsp; <em><strong>n</strong>.</em> The practice of treating a person(or groups of people) in a prejudicial manner based on values, systems of beliefs and cltures which have been brought in from a foreign country. From Import <em><strong>vt</strong>.</em> to bring in from a foreign country and Discriminate <strong><em>vi</em>.</strong> to make an (especially)unfavourable distinction due to prejudice.</p>
<p>This is what is happening to lesbian and bisexual women in Kenya. Those who profess christianity are especially intense in their hostile attacks, comments and deliberate misinformation directed to those who are ignorance of such issues. It is shameful. They say homosexuality is a foreign thing. Well actually, chrisianity is the foreign culture here. There were and always have been gay people even before christianity came to Africa. Even before christianity itself. Please do your research properly. In the meantime whatever happened to those sacred teachings? what was it<strong>..."why do you see the chip in your <em>sister's </em>eye and refuse to acknowledge the log in your own eye"?</strong> <strong>Quote from</strong> <strong>Jesus of Nazareth</strong>.</p>
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<pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 17:54:12 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Entry for November 04, 2005]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<p><strong>What words can be used to express who I am? Black? white? female? mother? sister? lesbian? bisexual? woman! Those women who deny me deny themselves. Single mother? I am one too...Maendeleo Ya Wanawake? I too am a woman. I too need to develop. Coalition of Violence against Women? Yes. I know all about violence. Am i included in your coalition? Federation of Women Lawyers? Actually, my girlfriend is a lawyer.... it goes on...and on... and on.... We are women too. Mke si mume or otherwise<img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" alt="Image" /></strong></p>
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<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 21:03:20 GMT</pubDate>
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