“To My Doubting Detractors, I Pray For You.” Man Who Says He Was Delivered From Being Gay In Viral Video Speaks Out

gay no moreAll week, people have been talking about the video of a young man standing at the altar in church, saying that he was delivered from homosexuality. At the recent Church of God In Christ (COGIC) convocation event last week, the COGIC’s 107th, the young man walked to the altar and asked to share his story in front of the congregation. The 21-year-old’s testimony went viral and caused a great deal of controversy, and now, that young man is speaking out about everything. His name is Andrew Caldwell, and he recently posted a statement on his Facebook page sharing some of his back-story (and promoting his books…yes, he’s an author). He let people know what drove him to the altar during that convocation, as well as how he’s dealing with all the attention.

“My name is Andrew Caldwell. I appeared on a video at the recent Church of God In Christ International Convocation in St Louis. On that video I gave a testimony of deliverance from homosexuality. As a child, I was raped by a member of my own family. At that time I did not think of it as abuse. I kind of enjoyed it. I kept it to myself, not realizing how it had changed me. Growing up wasn’t a pleasant experience. I was harassed, heckled, and ridiculed by classmates. Many told me that I would never amount to anything. This gave me the motivation to try to prove them wrong. Being fairly attractive as a young man, it was not difficult for me to get involved with other men. I have dated athletes, ministers, and celebrities. As time passed I got tired of this way of living. I always attended church. But I always found the same things in church that I found in the world. After joining my present church, it came to me that this lifestyle was not right. It seemed that the more I tried to quit on my own, the more intense was the temptation. All last week I fasted and prayed. On this past Saturday at the Convocation, there was an altar call. I came forward and offered my testimony. It was unscripted. Not only do I hope for my own deliverance but for the deliverance of others who may be struggling with their own issues. To my doubting detractors, I pray for you. To my supporters, I am grateful for your support and prayers.”

Caldwell also did an interview with the blog show Church Folk Revolution Radio, and calling it interesting would be an understatement. Here are the points that really stood out (FYI: how you read his comments are exactly how he said them): Continue reading

Wives And Husbands in ‘How To Get Away With Murder’

tumblr_static_tumblr_static_2gnhr9bsydlwc4ksgs4sgsc4s_1280Okay, there’s really no point to this post. Just sharing a mild movie spoiler; it’s not a shade, not a lecture, no a gibe.

Over the weekend, a good friend of mine and fellow Kitodiariesian blessed me with a hard-drive-full of movies and series. Yes, I felt blessed, especially since I’d finally gotten my hands on the one series I’ve been angling to watch for so long – Shonda Rhimes’ How To Get Away With Murder (aka Murder).

And so far, that woman’s genius is still wowing me. You’d think she’s lost her touch after Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal. Anyway, I got to Murder’s Episode 3 (Okay, this is a bit of a spoiler o), and I watched this verbal fight I thought to share with y’all.

First a little background. There’s Annalise Keating, a law professor cum defense attorney, and five of her law students who also sort of interning for her law firm, assisting her in real cases. There’s particularly these two – Connor Walsh and Michaela Pratt, both of who don’t like each other very much. Not like any of the five like each other very much; they’re interns, currying to be the boss’s favourite. Connor is openly gay, and Michaela is engaged to be married to this cute dude, Aiden Walker, who makes an appearance in Episode 3. It turned out Aiden and Connor went to the same boarding school, and Connor, in his usual relentless taunting of Michaela, lets it slip that he and Aiden had had sexual relations way back when. So of course, the engaged young woman was enraged. Continue reading

JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 20)

Blog_KD JournalNovember 8

I watched some episodes of RuPaul’s drag race, and is it weird that I’m absolutely in love with the series? For those of y’all who don’t know what it is about, it’s got these guys who dress in drag, competing to be the next drag supermodel, like RuPaul. I used to think that drag queens were men who wanted to be women or transgender, but on the contrary, most of them still consider themselves essentially male but wear the female clothes and make-up as a costume. It was fabulous seeing the way they transformed from male to female and doing stuff better than many a female. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind dressing in drag one day and just having a good time with my pals… I did after all try on my mum’s shoes when they could still fit my feet. I remember she used to laugh, but now she goes all sour and tells me to learn a sport even though we both know that’s never going to happen.

Anyways… I am constantly reminded about how difficult Nigerians find it to mind their fucking business. It is not by force to talk to everybody, and my classmates that I’ve never so much as said a ‘Hi’ to will go “Why weren’t you in class yesterday?” with this condescending look or “Why do you always draw at the back of your book?” or “Why aren’t you wearing the same clothes as everyone else?” Continue reading

JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 15)

Blog_KD JournalSeptember 26

Today, I went clubbing.

I didn’t like it.

The music was too loud, and it didn’t feel like something I was interested in doing. At the moment, booze was flowing through my veins and I felt lightheaded. I liked the feeling. But the loud music. The strangers around me I was supposed to get into a romp with. I didn’t like those. I’m not heterosexual, but I’m pretty sure if I went to a gay club where all that was happening, I would leave early… Just like I just did.

Maybe it was the music. Olamide was hollering over the speakers. Some nigga was running around the school shouting “yeah” and “c’mon”. The lights were pulsating and I felt uneasy.

I said before I’m not heterosexual. But I do know if I were straight, the club isn’t where I’d want to meet a girl. Unless she was shy and uncomfortable like me, and we found out we have a deep love for foreign music and she wasn’t into bad boys. Continue reading

Dynamics Of The Gaybourhood

LGBT communityNow there’s no question about the fact that gays love men. I personally think there are few things as beautiful to behold as a well-formed, chiseled male physique. Few things fascinate me like an erect dick, I mean, there’s so much you can do with it, and there are so many ways it can respond! I spent my teenage years getting to understand the moods and whims and caprices of a dick. Now about a decade later, I can comfortably say, I am extremely skilled at handling all types of cock: small, big, not-so-big and the intimidatingly enormous. Trust me when I say it, I’ve seen ‘em all. Umm, I like ass too, though to a lesser extent.

Now, the other day I was chatting with a friend who lives in Canada. He works for a large company which recently set up an LGBT employees association. According to the management, they realized that in order to enhance productivity, it was necessary for every employee to feel free and open about his- or herself. They realized that the preference for being in the closet put a huge strain on employees mentally and impacted productivity negatively, hence the LGBT initiative. According to my friend, it was quite a lavish launching event. Continue reading

Speaking About Stereotypes: Those Things Straight People Get Wrong About Gay Men

kd stereotypesOriginally published on thetrentonline.com

Acceptance of gay people doesn’t end with acceptance. It also includes post-acceptance sensitivity and awareness. Unfortunately, just because someone’s heart is in the right place doesn’t mean his or her foot will be, too. Here are eight common straights-on-gays misconceptions that can lead to inserting it directly into one’s mouth, which must be as awkward and uncomfortable for them as the gaffes are for us.

  1. We’re all either “tops” or “bottoms.”

I never imagined that anyone who isn’t gay would even care who’s a “top” and who’s a “bottom,” or that they might not realize that some guys are versatile and others don’t enjoy anal sex at all. Then a straight woman recently inquired about the assigned sexual positions of a gay couple in our vicinity. I cringed, not so much at the question itself as at the possibility that straight people might be as curious about it as gay guys on Grindr are. She immediately tried to qualify and excuse her curiosity by citing her plethora of gay friends, but the damage had been done to my peace of mind.

She insisted that she’d never wondered that about any gay couple before, but the ease with which she had asked made me certain that it wasn’t an uncommon train of thought for her. What about other straight people? While they’re assuming that we’re all either one or the other, are they actually trying to figure out which one? Some questions are simply better left unasked. Continue reading

Hilarious Video: Remix Of Davido’s Aye

sflEcUGOChE_WaploadedI know, I know, most of you may have already seen it. I’m a LASTMA, yes I know. Just saw the video yesterday and it cracked me up real good. The male comedians say they are Naija babes protesting Davido’s assertion that ‘she no wan designer, she no wan Ferrari, she say na my love o.’

And they make such ugly babes. Kai! Check out the video below.

MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE HELP

This is quite the graphic narrative, a walk down memory lane by a new Kito-Diaries-ian, Brandon Rock. Like I said, it’s real and its graphic, a cautionary foreword for readers with delicate sensibilities. Otherwise, read and . . . well, enjoy. Lol.

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NigerianDuring my senior secondary school days, I always joined my landlord’s kids to school in their car because they passed through the route to my school, and that was a great convenience. It was also a slight inconvenience because since they always woke up early in order to beat the usual morning traffic congestion in the city of Port Harcourt, I had to wake up early too.

On this fateful morning, I woke up unusually early. I was dressed up for school and was idling away. I knew my landlord’s children wouldn’t be ready at the time; I however decided to go wait for them outside their bungalow until they were ready to leave.

It was about a few minutes past 5am when I got into their compound. The compound was dead quiet and empty, except for Akpan, one of their drivers, who was washing the car. I’d seen Akpan regularly and never took any interest in him.

Until that morning. Continue reading