Even today, very little has changed for the trans community. While the landmark Supreme Court judgment issued directives to central and state governments to institute policy changes, the central government has not issued uniform procedures or demonstrated accountability.
I go in
to hear your sing
from between your thighs.
Today, I am not stuck in what you think of me-
This exhausting, endless loop of trans-misogyny
Not broken and what I ought to be
With their outrageous and extraordinary personalities, drag queens show us how to be a bit extra without apology.
when the sun knocks on our windows
kissing our bodies
twirled in bedsheets
dancing to the tunes of morning joy
Social work is being commercialized. We even call it social work rather than social service… helping others is not a kind of business.
A faulty road surpassed by ghoul,
Where orange and grey masters rule,
Of an affinity towards a copper statue
Built in disguise in your greener side.
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I realised that my family being accepting was a privilege because there are so many others who would not be as accepting. But should it be a privilege?
The room is too hot but my fingers are freezing. I sometimes wonder what it would’ve been like if we’d both come out in high school, if we would’ve tried dating for real.
You never had the courage to give our relationship a name
It concerned you more if the world found out & never looked at you the same
The walk was organised by the Prayojan Kalyan Samiti, and made Dehradun the fourth Indian city to have its first ever Pride walk this year after Islampur, Bhopal and Lucknow.
Equality and privacy cannot be separated. Violate one, and you violate the other.
This week, in the wake of the recent stalking incident involving a 29-year-old DJ in Chandigarh, Bunny brings to you two real stories of how stalking affects LGBT people. These instances can also be used to spark healthy discussions about inclusivity while fighting for a common cause.
You never know what can inspire you to stop being a lost, lonely soul, bogged down by the bad, bad world.
At a table in the corner
Whirling her world in my cup
Cream still appears like a meaning
She said, had lost over the years
The waves of her desire
Gush at my feet on the shore
I long to seep away in the ocean
I long to go with her
Always comforted by binaries
So used to divisions of only Two
I found myself baffled when I
Entered the Ladies’ Room
And found a bunch of men
My pen and pain have become the same
Each thought of you
I scribble it down
Trying to write a story about ‘us’
These images feel heavy to me, difficult even- they represent a public queer Bombay that is still shedding its milk teeth, learning to channel its own power, struggling in more ways than one.
Sheheryar felt absolutely amused by the fact that although he wanted to kiss him the moment he saw him but resisted so much that he didn’t even ask his name.