Now she was 34, married and dying. She had gone through a large part of her life living under the facade that was beginning to give way.
Hey there! I’m calling out to you
Dark skinned and lean and a slight beard too.
Like many other Indians, I have been following your visit to the US with keen interest.
“Don’t cry now. Rage! Rage against the callous insensitivity of the system, my friend.”
When the ‘Baby’ song played in my school function for the first time three years back, like many others, we thought the beautiful voice belonged to a cute American female singer.
The Solidarity Song highlights not only the uniqueness of this country and the pride we feel, but also the challenges that lie ahead.
Almost everyday I hear and see people and friends around me use the terms 'gay', 'fag', 'faggot' in a criminal sense
Should I tell you that the poem was created because I am a girl and sometimes, I fall in love with girls and often, I write about them?
“I like you. I really do. But I am not gay,” she says.
WHAT? But you just slept with me last night.
Last Sunday was hell all over again, rushing my father to the hospital and he was there on a ventilator again.
When I was a child, one of my favourite activities was re-decorating my room and the little altar I had in celebration of Hindu festivals.
Male lecherousness is unpardonable. Female salaciousness isn’t. The vagaries of mankind.
'The Pad' has an interesting premise and demonstrates chutzpah where others might pussyfoot.
They call it the city of angels in Thai. But, I see no angels here.
Transsexual people are becoming increasingly visible in public life and more and more people are 'coming out'.
Geena Rocero, transgender model and advocate, flew down to Hong Kong to participate in a series of events related to IDAHOT, this year.
We hope you will support Ajay in any way you can - drop him a note, share your voice, just think about him & hope he finds his way through his dark memories
Over the course of time, this identity of mine has made me wonder about gender hypocrisy, gender wars, slut shaming, and other things.
I hear a word… “abuse”. I realized it was abuse – my partner had abused me, sexually and with threats.
The conversation that night I loved though I don’t remember
There was the talk the laugh and there was you