The sextravagana continues... (always wanted to use the word 'sextravaganza')
Relationships are all about communication. We don’t leave things for the other person to guess. We speak our minds and don’t prolong an argument beyond a certain point. We have set our priorities of our professions, parents and life. Both of us understand and appreciate the other person’s view point. We also have great friends, mix of straight & gay, who make our life nicer.
Had it been about anyone else, Arka would have joked, ‘Its Rabindra-Jayanti. Who gets married on Tagore’s birthday?” Of course, he knows that on some years, auspicious do fall on that day some years, but he’s never shied from making silly, illogical comments. He could happily pass the time arguing just for the sake of being contrary.
Sad fact - I’ve steadfastly avoided queer culture. Even once I came to terms with my sexuality, I still avoided things like queer movies and queer books. I can’t even explain why, really. I’d like to pretend it was because I didn’t want to see stereotypes thrown back at me in various mediums, but really, I was just too timid.
I never realized I had fallen for you. It was only when you told me that you were falling for someone else that I felt my heart beginning to crumble. I know you kept telling me not to expect anything; that you couldn’t offer me what I wanted. But how could you have known that you were made up of those very things I expected in the person I thought I could fall for?
I remember swallowing the food I’d cooked that evening myself in a hurry, because I knew the phone call from the hospital meant a day of fasting, till the last …
My first sexual experience, with my first boyfriend in high school, was brought upon me with coercion. This sexual experience did not happen on my own terms. This doesn’t mean I didn’t eventually enjoy it or that I didn’t still fall head-over-heels for him, but this wasn’t how or when I had wanted it to happen.
A transgender woman in Maryland, Baltimore was brutally beaten at a McDonald's, while the employees, videotape, shout and no one interferes and goes to help the victim. An old lady finally manages to get in between.
“I didn’t know dykes thought differently from non-dykes... I mean other than the fact that they think about girls...”
We as a board also realize that we have a lot of work to do before we've fulfilled our commitment to being a safe and welcoming environment for all in our community, and so it's exciting that we are able to launch this meaningful resource in our 20th year of existence as an organization.
It had been weeks since Dee last got off. As she lay there in her bed, she looked at the clock her ex had given her. It was 9 in …
And as your biggest and dearest fan, I take the responsibility upon myself to bring your attention to this atrocity!
Now that I have your attention...
‘Finding home’ determines the focus of the discussions, eliciting arguments, agreements and applause. An occasional journalist-cum-god-knows-who seeks sensational views about the community’s active involvement in the nation’s activities, its own legal and social battles and maybe some Masala for his write-up in some column. The crowd raised eyebrows, answered some queries, ignored some, and moved on.
The shifting shadows in your eyes, the watchful whispers in my touch
The silent swell of your cheekbone, the clamouring creases of my palm
The nervous hollow of your throat, …
Some of the bloggers say all the “good ones” have been taken. Hey... I am right here. And I am good, believe you me. And I’m not taken. But that’s just the point – we all are the “good ones” in our own eyes
The city that never sleeps. The city that always eats. My kinda town… Of course, it helped that its brimming to the top with very many of the gorgeous ladies on Gaysi. Last month I darted down to India to replenish my body’s supply of Vitamin D and a quick jaunt to Mumbai seemed in order.
It changed three years ago when I fell in love with a woman. I wanted to scream and tell the world. “I am finally in love.” Finally, I understand. At that point in my life, I had started to believe that I was incapable of being in love. I didn’t know that I was trying my luck with the wrong gender. So I wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to put it on the Facebook, Orkut, Twitter, my Blog. Everywhere. Hey, I was in love.
Dark as jaggery were his shoulders, luscious were the lips and the dark curls that adorned his sun-kissed face; those arms could tear apart banana stems, wield bows and arrows …