No red, no yellow, no grey,
How do hearts actually beat;
When we say goodbye?
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.
The art within these walls and stairwells has already found its ways into art collections and audience’s homes and offices. Finally, there is room to breathe. Me We provides that, and raises the bar for LGBTQ art exhibits.
Screams the news,
Of her love letter to her
Where words bared their souls;
While clothed in desire.
For a moment, I felt numbed by these thoughts. But my heart was adamant. I had to try, life is too small to not express what lies in our heart.
I remember how I used to incorporate my creativity to my exhibitionism, a different scene every time, from coming out in balcony in towel to hang my underwear for drying in sun and dropping my towel by mistake to playing in torn underwear from front and back, I tried all.
In the process of sorting through blurry, old memories and trying to over-analyse them, I found the answer in a game that most of us played when we were kids, “Ghar Ghar”.
The presence of someone queer has always been powerful. This is not just because the individual is or was powerful, but also because the difference that they bring to the standard ways of life.
For me, the best thing about any Queer Film Fest is that in a short period of three days, these movies expose you to the gigantic spectrum of issues and narratives of LGBTQ+ people all around the globe.
I could feel her hands on the small of my back, longing to feel the rest of me, but hesitant.
The 9th edition of the Bangalore Queer Film Festival (BQFF), that spanned from 9th March to 11th March, screened a staggering 89 films from over 30 countries.
Searching about a public place, known by word of mouth, in pursuit of a partner for sex, and the good and bad that follows, are the lived experiences of nearly every gay man in India- married, closeted, young and hopeful.
I wonder how you feel right now,
In the arms of another comfort,
In tandem, resonant.
Parents and their need to embarrass their kids! But I guess I can’t complain. I got myself the nicer half of the deal; at least they’re accepting.
Pride was not only interpreted as being proud of one-self, but it was also about collectively standing up against pervasive shame.
Whether I love doing drag, I am yet to figure.
In her eyes you see her story unfold,
With her eyes she stares right into your soul.
The next Awadh Pride march will be held on 11th February, 2018. This will be my first pride and I hope to make it an unforgettable experience.
Every kiss of yours was touching my soul,
and the butterflies were giggling at our tryst.
She often forgot to empathise with herself. I felt she needed someone to peel off the layers of her personality before she could even think of letting them in. But then, I knew she did not need anything at all.