I soon found out my "girlish" friend was gay. I was cool with it. It explained what was wrong with him. Little did I know how “wrong” I was.
Last year, it witnessed a beautiful fall
White and yellow roses - blossomed tall
Long tailed slender blue birds flocked it all
I woke up this morning, with my Twitter, Facebook and assorted other social networks informing me that Justice Katju had emitted another brainfart.
This was my way of finding out what I am. Trust me, no one came to help me!
The theme for this year is 'LOVE LAW LOSS'. Send in your entries - photo, cartoon or caricature before 31st December 2014.
The more I throw myself out there, the more I end up analysing the "right" and "wrong" of it.
Is he a boy or a girl.
A half woman, not man enough.
She is faking it, he is not for real
They is not themselves.
There's this sloppy road a favorite of mine that's where I decided to start.
For those of you who didn’t follow our very, very hard try at Haiku, basically we are baaaaaack! Dirty Talk returns for the eighth time, but poetically so.
Neil and Eli got married on 10th of October in California this year. So we jumped the gun, and decided to have small chit-chat with the two of them.
It was a memorable evening of storytelling, slam poetry, and readings that engaged everybody in the revelry of language and performances.
All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
Adolescence especially needs such references where everything around seems idiosyncratic and painful.
Being an openly gay film maker, he has ensured visibility of queers in his stories and done so in the most authentic manner possible.
I wonder who I am now. Gay? Or did I think I was one. Am I Straight? Or did I learn to think that I am supposed to be someone over these eight years.
I really like you and miss you. Randomly. For no reason at all.
But this you will never hear.
I want to kiss your scars till they close,
fold under your impossibly warm skin that turns freezing cold
as soon as the first hit of Delhi winter creeps under my quilt.
‘Slut’ is what I am supposed to feel like when I went for a routine check up to a doctor two days ago and was molested by him.
As Pride marches go, the turnout was huge with over 1000 queer people and straight allies.
We enjoyed sharing our love for storytelling using art forms and the spoken word.