Why I am Dropping Out of My Masters to Have Sex Full Time

Now, I know as a young African man from a little village in Kenya I am supposed to be on the saving end, not the fucking end (or worse, the talking end) of this campaign, but let’s face it: for a mission as worthy as this, we need to enlist as many fucking dicks and pussies as we can. I know some people might find this fairly radical, but I modestly propose that we even enlist non-human penises and vaginas or anything that takes such shapes (anything to save an African life!), on the condition that @DurexRED can manufacture condoms for them.

Hopes and Fears at the Starting Line

But today, I want to reflect a little deeper on my hopes and fears for the year. I hope that by writing my hopes, I will dig deeper on my motivations and goals. I hope that by writing my fears, I will be vulnerable enough to acknowledge them and in so doing find ways to live with them and let others know they are not alone.

Finger on the Pulse—August/Sept 2018

The past two months have teemed with blatant contradictions. While the days have felt like the busiest ever, they have in fact been some of the lightest in my year. While I have traversed several nations on two continents, I have frequently felt like I was shutting the world within. While I have made plenty…

Measure What Matters [Guest Post]

By Solomon Tesfaye Reality is in the eye of the beholder. Certainly we have all heard the old adage that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but the expression can be extended further to posit that our evaluations of our existence are constructed by cognitive biases based on our own experiential history and…