Funny in a time when the ever so resourceful internet is easily accessible on your cheapest mobile handset, we choose to remain so damn ignorant. And so for the betterment of such ignorant readers (be grateful and send some good karma my way), I shall use this space for some valuable Lubee education.
I kept thinking, “What’s wrong with him? Why doesn’t he say, I know that you are gay.” He just sat there looking at me and finally I just said it. “Because I am gay.” And his mouth fell open. I was actually shocked that he hadn’t figured it out already.
*Based on true events
The Past: India. I was 18 years old. On the verge of turning 19. Sitting at a coffee-shop in a large restored colonial bungalow that sold …
I arrived at my destination just as the place was packing (puns un/intended). In through the door comes Queer Guy… Queer Guy… Queer Guy…Straight Woman…Queer Guy…Straight Woman... Queer Guy…Lesbian! ..No wait, that was a Queer Guy too…. Straight Guy + Straight Woman… Straight Woman + Straight cousins from out of town…. Queer guy who’s Lesbian cousin did not come…. My fate was sealed.
"Why not? Why do you think we have a P.T. period? You cannot simply sit through it,” he said, and then blew his whistle to call the captains of both the teams.
“Guys, take Kumar on one of your teams,” he said to both the captains.
“Oh! He is a Pottai * sir. I don't want him in my team,” One of them said.
“Yes sir! He is such a Ombodhu *. He can’t play,” said the other one.
The story was originally published in Tamil in Thinnai magazine.
I am so impressed by the use of labels here - Transgenders, Gender Identity, etc. And look at the keywords for this article- "transgender, LGBT rights, alternative sexuality" and the section on related articles. OMG! When did a traditionally left-leaning, filter-coffee-sipping daily from a traditional, conservative city in India come up with such an understanding of a still rather arcane subject. I feel totally proud. Hats off to you Hindu.
So I have a love-hate relationship with breasts. Mine included! There are days, I wish I wasn’t quite as plump and there are days, I wonder whether I would look better if I was bigger! The first time I wore a strappy tube top, I kept tugging at it for the fear my top would fall down. When I looked at Pooja Bhatt baring it all many years ago on the cover of Movie magazine, I looked twice. When I discovered, I was gay – I spent time dealing with pretty much everything and breaking long held dreams and stereotypes.
*Note: Post contains explicit sexual content.
“It was winter dammit. December 2003!” She pushed me away and walked towards the couch. I had no choice but to follow her. She …
Azaad Bazaar presents Book Reading with acclaimed author R.Raj Rao of his new book Hostel Room 131.
In many ways I am thankful to have the family that I do. My father seems indifferent about who I date, and just doesn’t like to talk about feelings. However, although my mother wasn’t the most supportive person when I came out of the closet, I truly believe that she did her best considering her place in this world. She didn’t even consider disowning me, and I acknowledge that as a privilege because I have seen friends (desi and non-desi) struggle with the fear of being disowned for going against their parent’s wishes.
With almost 5 months to go for Pride March on 30th Jan, 2011 the Queer Azaadi Mumbai (QAM) committee has called for a meeting with all organizations, individuals and fellow queer friends concerned.
The cubby hole is a hole. No, really! The name does it justice. It is a teeeeny tiny space on the corner of W 12th st & W 4th st a short walk away from the more popular bars and pubs in Greenwich village. The first thing that strikes you when you enter is “wow, this place is small!” and as your eyes adjust themselves you try and search for expanses of space in the dark corners, but there are none. Your second thought very likely is “What the heck is all that stuff on the ceiling?” Ornaments? Christmas decorations? Tacky lanterns? A Mardi Gras party ? All of the above truthfully.
Owais is a Bhopal-based author and poet, whose book of Urdu poetry called Sham-e-raah was published in 2002. While the book has the Hindi translations of the poems, here are Hanif saab's translations of the poems in English. The book is several pages long, and we've approached another translator - a blogger if you must know - to translate some more of these poems. So these translations will come up every now and then.
The other day I was stuck in traffic and a ‘hijra’ walked by me. Almost instinctively my driver raised the windows. And then I realised it’s a little bit like the domino effect. The way our society perceives transgender people, and the way they react is much like a vicious circle.
The Technical Advisory Committee constituted by Registrar General has recommended inclusion of transgender community in the census as a separate gender and not as males as is the present practice. In an RTI reply to Dr SE Huda of Bareilly based-NGO SSFA-ESFI, the Registrar General has said that the that the TAC has recommended a separate category for the transgender community of the country.
Penguin Books India, Bombay Dost and Crossword cordially invite you to the launch of R Raj Rao's 'Hostel Room 131' by noted filmmaker Onir.
It was a cold February afternoon when I first met The Girl. Three months later, my then husband & I decided to end what was left of our very unhappy …
We have been familiar with this verse since the time we were ready for preschool, isn't it? The emphasis of taking care of our parents and the importance they have in our lives , if not apparent to each one of us, have been etched in our minds since childhood. We have always been asked to view them with a larger than life image. We have been told through tearing and painfully slow soap operas and talk shows, how much they have sacrificed in their lives only to see us through. As if we kids have a Ghajini-like memory. Yet the Indian society finds it a necessity to establish this as a responsibility. Wouldn't filial love be enough for us to take care of them in their senile ages?
“Where are you from, Raghu?” asked Kumar.
“I grew up in New Jersey,” replied Raghu. “My parents are originally from Chennai.”
“Oh! Nice. Do they live with you here?” I asked.
“Oh No! It is just me, my partner Rob and our daughter Kamala.”
“Rob??” I got confused.
“Yes. Rob. Robinson”
The story was originally published in Tamil in Thinnai and Thendral magazines.