I think the problem is that we, as a society, understand gender itself in a very trans phobic way.
When my middle-class Bengali mother picked up a book on sexuality published by Sappho for Equality in Bangla, she took some time to react.
Harassments such as these are commonplace for women, but perverts take it to a whole new level when it is a trans*woman.
“Oh wowwwwwww, Ravi. You totally look like a girl.” His best friend sounded ecstatic.
On different forums, time and again we have posts stereotyping bisexuals. Not much has changed.
Rachna is a straight woman in her twenties. She goes by life singing, dancing, dating, working, drinking and attending various pride events.
My stories of bullying are different than others you may have heard.
I still remember being nonplussed by their simple and eloquent response. “But we are happy.”
I keep on saying this and I'll say it again, I wasn't like other boys in my family.
I was a boy soprano in the church choir and a bit on the plumper side of life and had a shrill voice.
It started with mocking and making fun of and in no time people started getting physical.
Suddenly my pant was down and my tiny hands trying to pull off the hand that had almost stuffed my mouth.
An exploration, promulgation and an expression of the artist’s thoughts and subsequent actions through a period of time
Based on a true story
My first exposure to the word “gay” was through the movie Dostana.
The novelty of picking on someone doesn’t wear off as soon as you’d expect.
Good, bad or grey, it seems to have struck a chord with viewers globally.
With me, he liked to have conversations in the morning over coffee.
For me, Delhi meant boys. It’s not about domestic exclusivity, the drawing of boundaries- it’s a love that is found in the streets, in dark corners late at night.
I was forcing myself to write something profound on turning 28.