Poem: She
She calms me,
Like the ocean after a life in the harsh desert.
I touch her and the pulse paints a vivid picture,
In my inward eye, she’s my Austen and my Kahlo.
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Nothing New
I don't see my queerness or my non-binaryness as the only relevant thing about me. But often, without my consent, it becomes the only thing relevant about me for others, especially in public, which in turn forces me to constantly perform to be allowed some basic things.
Things I’d Do Before I Came Out
I was confused for the longest time because I used to think that there are just gay boys/girls and heterosexual boys/girls. I did not know about bisexuality until class 9th.
How ‘Made In Heaven’ Brought My Mom and I Closer.
It was a Wednesday morning, I was eating my breakfast before I had to leave for work, and my mom came to me and asked, out of the blue, if I had ever been harassed for being gay.
Poem: Dress Man
first time I put a dress on
no, not a dress shirt!
a dress
it had polka dots and flower pots
a ribbon at the back
to accentuate the waist
or cut lunch some slack
Poem: Closet Of Monsters
The closet was made
Of charming mahogany
Darkest red
Made with the blood
Of a conservative household
Sacrifices of the heartless
“Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga” To A Queer BBC (British Born Confused)
Where we actually are in the UK; part hiding, part free – looking over our shoulder before we kiss. As I glanced back at the other people in the cinema, a million miles away from us… fear someone would see me cuddling a girl was acute.
Film Review: Please Mind The Gap
The documentary opens with a note stating photography and videography are strictly prohibited on the metro. Yet the first shot reveals metro doors filmed from the inside, and from then on we are always and already on forbidden territory.
Poem: Her
She touches you
and it feels like
the comfort of raindrops
singing on a sweltering night
mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.
Singing In A Choir Helped Me Find My Queer Community
Over the past 2 years, I have learned more about the community's needs. My space has been acknowledged and my voice encouraged.
Short Fiction: A Christmas Gift
Every year, she needed a nudge into Christmas. Although the parents simply adored their only child’s youthful, resolute enthusiasm for Christmas festivities, and went along with her every step of the way on all the ridiculously elaborate menus she planned (and more), they did it more for her, she knew.
Action and Activism with Adam Eli
In this age of social platforms, online activism is omnipresent and political engagement often ends at its inception — with a lone tweet or Instagram story, Adam stands above with his commitment to real world action.
Photo Essay: After 377, What Do Desi-Queers Want?
On 25th November, Delhi hosted its first Pride March after Supreme Court of India partially decriminalised Section 377 of IPC, and we ventured out to know from the march walkers about how they feel, and what changes do they see in this pride.
Graphic Story: Booked!
Can feelings of comfort and safety come in the form of a person?
Graphic Story: Matching With Serendipity
For Hayle, a few swipes helped her find a home that can be carried around like a favourite cuddly blanket of comfort around the world.
Poem: Madness
Mad love
of long-lost diaries
pages spilled with secrets
laid open
for me to devour.
Graphic Story: A Lip-Smackingly Amazing Match
Our is our first user sent Tinder story!
My Kind Of Queer
While questioning my gender and understanding the ‘concepts’ of masculinity and femininity only came to me years later, that was an eye-opener for me.
Poem: Heartbeat
No red, no yellow, no grey,
How do hearts actually beat;
When we say goodbye?
My Friends Were There When Family Failed
The mornings of Mumbai winters aren't particularly chilly but that day I felt chills run down my body and it sort of made me shiver but then again.
