Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
Growing up, my ideas about friendship were formed as a result of watching endless reruns of the sitcom Friends, and my ideas of love and romance came from Shahrukh’s various onscreen avatars.
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
A clichéd plot with a wonderful presentation
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.
I feel a little lost. I do not understand how I ended up where I am today. Well, that’s not the entire truth. I know, factually at least, how I ended up here.
Women stare at other women, so much that even men cannot compete
It seems like yesterday, when I was a teen yearning for that sparkling love, "filmy" love.
I collect sweethearts. Some of them become family. Some of them drift away with time. Most people who know me call me a cynic.
Adrian and Shashi smiled their goodbyes clutching Tim's collar for he wanted, once again, to demonstrate his fondness for the lady.
That night, I had done the unthinkable. That night, everything was possible.
Television has come a long way since you once secretly streamed Queer as Folk or The L-Word and Google-d the gay out of Dante’s Cove.
From India, around 27 films were selected to be a part of the festival. Here are a few of them.
The one they always bring to my attention is how men show affection in public. To someone unfamiliar, it can be quite surprising.
It was a pleasant surprise to sit through Ladies Sangeet at NCPA (Mumbai) for this play took me by surprise.
Dear Dad brings in other issues faced by the married gay men in India.
One summer morning during our first year together, I woke up to find your moist body glued to mine.
Can we be in the mood for love and develop a ‘doordarshan’ (farsightedness) towards ideas of romance, coupledom and sexualities?
“So, are you bisexual?” the question shot out of nowhere and caught her unaware.