Poem: Going Through My Instagram 3 AM At Night
Don’t get me wrong,
My fight is not with that woman, I am just a different kind of woman.
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Of Ropes And Borders: Being Queer In The Anti-CAA, Anti-NRC, Anti-NPR Protests
It's ironic that we were just talking about borders in class that day. Invisible borders. The rope was a physical manifestation of the border between the crowd of men and women, and me, a person who was neither.
Poem: Meena Put Her Lip Gloss On
Meena put her lip gloss on. Litchis filled the air.
Both of them, thinking the same, of how fruits beg to be plucked.
Poem: She
The symphonic rhythms of her breath etched into my being,
I look up at her face as she gently presses her lips on mine.
Dear Bollywood, Stop Telling Me I’m Not Enough
I’m sorry, but who are you Mr. Khurrana and team to tell anyone that they are "incomplete"?
Pride
What if I could not celebrate 6th September publicly,
What if I could not join the Pride march,
What if I was not the torch bearer,
What if I was not the path clearer,
That doesn't make me more or less important.
10 Funsies Gifting Ideas This Pride
No, obviously, all I am being is suggestive with this thrilling list of goods that you can get to spice things up this Pride season!
Poem: Not A Love Letter
It is words strung together
trying to make sense
of what I want to tell you
and what I need you to understand.
Poem: Love As Submission
He says things to me, he does things to me.
Shh, don’t tell them, we’ll be embarrassed.
Two loveless souls trying to fill each other’s voids.
We make love, and tame those devils.
Animals we were, but don’t you see that this is our way of love?
People ‘Like That’
when i joke and ask her/ what if i was in love with a girl,/ it is not a joke either.
How To Love Someone Without A Gender, A Manual In Four Parts.
You are the object.
She comes and asks me who I am
Asks me to grip harder.
When the moon is unreachable
I push myself into the breachable
Her eyes feel my insides and suddenly
I am nobody.
First Dates With Pretty Girls
You fumble and drop sentences, your leg trembles and beats a staccato rhythm on the pavement while she patiently hears out your half-complete, constantly backtracking stories, nods and keeps brushing her hair back.
My Body Is Not An Error
Intersex people spend a lot of their lives doing this emotional labor for others because they are inherently responsible to be born an error.
Book Review: “The Carpet Weaver” By Nemat Sadat
Sadat’s book is a heartfelt coming-of-age story of a young boy who not only has to deal with the struggles of being gay in a conservative society but also has to survive war, starvation and intense loss while doing so.
Poem: Our Love
Artwork by acrylicelephant
I hate that I wallow
That I bury my face into my hands
Slam the door behind me
And cry all day
I hate that my diary …
Confessions
she's a habit. an 8 am class that I take, a 5 pm phone call that I make, my best/worst muse.
Short Graphic Story: Medley – Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh
This is a story of a girl who falls in love with an ethereal being who literally tears out her heart.
Short Graphic Fiction: Butterflies
This question took me back all those years ago and I vividly saw her pushing some kid out of the way to crouch down in front of the place he was about to step on.
Experiencing Homophobia In Gender Studies Classroom
When I joined the course, I was excited to share my experiences with the class. But with time I realised not everyone was interested. Most of them didn't interact with me, asked questions, or exchange their experiences.
Hindi Poem: Pillow
Hindi Poem by Shubhshree Mathur.
