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Twenty five years ago, Thingring fell in love with Roinachi who was serving as a domestic help in a family which allegedly tortured her. They soon married in a temple with Hindu rites. A shocked Fakiraguri village which had not even heard of gay relationships immediately ostracised them. They moved home and settled down in nearby Simlaguri village.

“Had we feared we couldn’t have got married,” said Thingring, husband.

They say it’s a marriage made in heaven.

“We have never had any marital discord. We are very happy together,” said Roinachi, wife. [NDTV]

Awesomeness. Though I can’t help but wonder; who did put the “husband” & “wife” label? The women themselves decided to enact the gender game or the Media assigned them these roles simply based on their relationship modus operandi – husband, the one who brings in the money & the one cooking is the wife. So very freaking apt.

Once upon a time there lived a King and his Queen. In a mystical place called Swades, also called Hindustan, depending on which actor you fancy (Shahrukh Khan or Hrthik Roshan).

Now it’s an inconsequential matter that the King and Queen were both males. Yes, you read it right – the King and Queen both belonged to the same gender – but the ill-informed people of Hindustan conveniently ignored this (as mentioned, inconsequential) detail.

You see in Hindustan, Homosexuality had only recently stepped out in the open after years of outofclosetphobia. To stand up against Hindustan’s fanaticism towards hetro-norms, believe you me, wasn’t as easy as Salman Khan stripping off his shirt.

They (the King and his King and their band of  loyal supporters)  did succeed to a large extent in making their presence felt. What they did not anticipate however was the power of Hindustani people and their hetro-focused viewing lenses.

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India is a phunny country; an orthodox bitch to the extent of choking one’s sensibilities and the next minute turning into this fabulous woman high on progressive pills.

I remember donkeys of years ago (yes I am getting old and pressuring the memory nerve is….hmmm…nerve wrecking)…so anyway…Mr. Senior Bachchan was the main organizer and one of the judges for some International Beauty Pageant.  Keeping story short; certain NGOs along with various groups dedicated to the “Save Bharatiya Nari” andolan made his life a living nightmare. Because you see, we Bharatiya ladies don’t flaunt their hips, flash flat bellies (if lucky enough to have such a thing), flicker their eyes, cash in those seductive vibes and hai…narg main bhasm ho if they even think of wearing that vulgar export from videsh called “swimwear”. *In case wondering, no the same rule is not applicable to certain Bollywood size zero heroines*

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Hello fellow gaysis & supporters,

Hope you had a good weekend. I sure did. The Girl & I are throwing a holiday party (I refuse to call it ‘Christmas’ because of my militant atheism and also to annoy The Girl!) and we’ve been busy going to all the hip Torontonian markets – Queen Street, Kensington Market & China town & buying groceries for the party and little unique gifts for the people we’ve invited. Although, we realised that every time we bought something we liked we said ‘We could give this to S or D. OR… WE COULD JUST KEEP THIS FOR OURSELVES.’ So we are making another trip there in an hour to make sure we do have gifts for people other than ourselves. ‘Tis the season to be self-indulgent, I suppose!

Anyway, so MJ & I have looking at the gaysifamily blog/website & we agree that it needs to be brought into the oneders. Right now the look and feel is VERY late 90s or at best early 2000. And since this is a ‘family’ effort, we’d like you, our family members, to tell us what you’d like to see (other than nude pictures) on this site. Tell us what you don’t want to see, too.

We really need this feedback, so I request all you readers & lurkers to take a minute out of your precious day and get in touch. If what you like is already here then just tell us that too, so we don’t axe it!

Thank you, y’all! Merry holidays!

Perhaps, ‘I got new shoes’ would have garnered more shrieks than my coming out did. Its been a couple of years now and I have realized how perceptions and opinions change once you tell people you swing the other way. They almost see you through new eyes.

When you meet new people (the straight lot, I mean) it is just presumed you are heterosexual. You can’t really blame them since we are brought up in such a heterosexist environment. Coming to the point, the minute I tell someone ‘I am gay’ – there is often a lateral shift in perception. [...]

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How does it feel to be in a closet? To be invisible? How does it feel to not have a voice? To be called a joke, a threat, a freak?  Disconcerting, isn’t it? That’s why I keep insisting, we should move and must settle outside India. A place where we can live without fear & prejudice.

But, I do not wish to choose the life of an exile! We will carve our own little niche, here, in this very country.

How can you not understand me? I want us to be more than just “living together”. I want access to all basic human rights. I want us to have a family, kids, dogs, you and me, darling. I want all this and much more for us. Uff! I wish I could make you see the future I envisage for us.

Oh ho baby, I would want to raise our kids here, in India.

Don’t be funny, it would be no different there.

It would be. I wouldn’t even know how to relate to my own child! I would be an alien to the language, education system and to the very world they would be growing in! No matter how much I learn of that culture; it would never be enough. We will always remain aloof from each other.’

But aren’t we responsible adults? We will give them a quality life, a well deserved life. I will really try hard to make it all work, I promise. Please, help me with this.

Really? And how would they relate to the historical evidence of our reality? Don’t you see there is just so much more to you and me than what our eyes can see? It would be like leading a split life.

I don’t want to exist between lines.

We always will… No matter which side of the line we are.