Gaysi: The Gay Desi - Yes, we're legal!

Well, if the Mahabharata and several ancient temples had Western influences, then homosexuality in India has been caused by the West.

Homosexuality has been around in India way before America and England had any influence over our culture. The West gave us washing machines and dishwashers, but they can’t take credit for the lovely gay people that our country has produced.

Take this for example:

Two Kondh women from Orissa’s Koraput district have defied all norms of their tribal society to live as ‘man and wife’ after tying the knot recently. Bateka Palang, 30, wed her bride, 25-year-old Maleka Nilsa of Ghumuru village in Bandhugaon block in a traditional ceremony at Dandabadi, a remote village in Narayanpatna block, in the presence of family.

The village has given its grudging approval—the elders have asked residents not to talk about it to outsiders for fear of shame—to the relationship that was formalised after all the usual wedding rituals, including dowry changing hands.[Link]

These two tribal women live in a remote village in the middle of Orissa, I think they’re pretty safe from that deadly Western influence.

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There are many variations to this question:

Can a special ‘pooja‘ make my child straight? Can yoga “cure” my child? Can a psychologist “cure” my child?

The long and short answer is: NO.

You can pray for a million dollars to fall from the sky into your lap and you’re more likely to get your prayers answered than if you try to pray away the gay!

Think about it, can you pray that someone turns gay? I certainly pray that every homophobic person I meet turns gay. It hasn’t worked. So stop praying for the cure and pray for the million dollars instead.

* Note : Contains Explicit Sexual Content

In the Bedroom

Zarina walked out of the coffee-shop with Mallika. There was a slight drizzle of rain. They walked in silence to Mallika’s apartment in Colaba opposite the Fariyas Hotel; Mallika looked drained. She was taking the rest of the day off. Neither of them said much but the tension between them was palpable. Why had Zarina agreed to meet her? Suddenly she felt like she was back at Ground Zero. The earth opened up and was swallowing her whole. Mallika leaned forward, pecked Zarina on the cheek. Zarina couldn’t look her in the eye. They said their byes and Zarina walked solemnly back to her office in Nariman Point. She needed the long walk to calm her mind which was in tumultuous upheaval.

That awkward coffee meeting was followed by two subsequent days of incessant messaging, which turned to sexual innuendo until neither of them could take it anymore. The spark had been lit. They could never keep their hands off each other when they were together. It felt like just yesterday that Zarina had made love to Mallika. Her groin throbbed hard at the thought of her tongue all over Mallika’s buttery skin, exploring every crevice of her body, deeply inside of her, tongue-fucking her. Oh god! How Mallika drove her wild. She wanted to fuck Mallika so badly it hurt.

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First the stereotype. People often think of lesbians as having short-hair, their upper lips unwaxed, their clothes manly, their behaviour closely resembling a man. While this is true of some lesbians, it is not true for others. Think Portia De Rossi. Think Cynthia Nixon. Sorry I don’t have any Indian examples for you. If you’ll take my word for it, I can tell you that I know desi lesbians that are feminine and girly and I know desi lesbians that are boyish and I know some that are in between.

So if your daughter does not wear saris and salwar kameezes or wears baggy jeans with flannel shirts, don’t assume that she’s a lesbian. On the other hand, if your daughter does dress in a very feminine manner and has a beauty parlour appointment every 2 weeks, that doesn’t mean she is straight.

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* Note : Contains Explicit Sexual Content

Memory Lane-2

Mallika was already waiting at their table when Zarina arrived at India Jones. She was checking messages on her blackberry and she looked up as Zarina approached. Perfectly mannered, as Zarina would have guessed, she stood up and extended her hand, clasping Zarina’s in it. They gave each other a kiss on the cheek before Zarina sat down, adjusting the crimson colored skirt she was wearing.

“Hi, I hope you like this place,” Zarina said. “I come here all the time.”

“I must admit this is my first time here,” responded Mallika. “I will have to take your recommendation on what to order.”

Zarina was used to ordering – she liked to be in control. She ordered all her favorite dishes, making sure Mallika didn’t have any allergies or dislikes. She called for a bottle of Chilean white wine for them.

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