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She left me scattered. Every single time. Disassembled. Like the devastation left in the wake of a blissfully uncaring child running through a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle that had just been …

When Drag Heals, and Camp Fails

I first heard the The Rose (by Bette Midler) performed by a women’s a cappella quartet at Colgate University, in an on-campus coffee house during the dead of winter. How …

QAM 2011 : A Walk To Freedom

January 29th, 2011 was an incredible day on several accounts. (Many of which are not PG-13, so let’s skip those parts.) It was the day of the much-awaited (read: 18 months) Queer Azaadi March – my first ever out and proud march on the streets of Mumbai.

Musings of A Lesbian Mother

I’m a mother, first and foremost.  I live for getting up with my babies in the morning, doing the little ones’ hair, and walking them to the bus stop.  All …

My Tryst With Forgiveness

For past few days or rather weeks, I was kind of in the trouble with myself….. and the name of my blog where i generally write justifies the meaning-”Me against …

Book Review: Pink Sheep

If you are looking for a book with the typical dramatics usually associated with the narration of a gay story, this is not the book for you. The writing while subtle and restrained in emotional expression remains provocative enough to warrant some time just mulling over the situations represented in a very fluid manner.

India’s Celluloid Closet : Year in Review

Here’s a look at what Bollywood threw up in terms of LGBT on-screen representation the past year. Yes, there were the usual homophobic gay “jokes” (Golmaal 3, Housefull; thanks for starting the trend Mr. Johar) and some regressive portrayals (Anjaana Anjaani), but let’s not give them more airing.

The Karela Story So Far…

Comparing the Queer scenario in India to that in the West is like comparing Karela (Bitter Gourd) to an Apple. Although both belong to the Edible Fruit family; Apple is what we are trained to like right from infancy...as for Karela, it’s shrugged aside for its ugly appearance, bitter taste and we couldn’t give a damn about all the goodness it contains.

From Sambhaji Park To Q-Fest Pune 2010

Given the roaring success of Q-Fest Pune 2010, it would have been difficult to digest the fact that 10 years ago, being gay in Pune was almost equivalent to a life sans social interaction. With the renowned Sambhaji Garden at Deccan and unsavory loo-cruising, the only means of interaction with the queer community, it indeed was a sea change for many in Pune, to witness the metamorphosis.

How NOT To Lose A Gaysi In 10 Days?

It’s been about six months since I have known Kreacher and for most part I have been chasing Kreacher for what seems like eternity now (in reality, about three months). But my attempts at trying to snog Kreacher have been disastrous so far. This post therefore is my attempt at chronicling Love (not in the time of Cholera) but in the times of the Twenty Ten.

If We Were All Just Pokemon

You know the clock doesn't tell you the year but you feel relieved with the fact that there a few hours less to go than when you turn 18, even though its months away. You think your life will change. You'll be in college, and you'll have really nice friends and you'll have the perfect boyfriend and your life will change. You can start fresh.

Differences

New York to Bombay – a million miles away
You ridicule my visit to the temple to pray
We stage a mock debate- pretending to argue and fight
After all, …

FAQueer : Coming Out?

Acceptance is a journey, parents take some time to understand fully. I work with parents on this issue and it is a struggle for many. I find sometimes a parent is very understanding and in a couple of weeks there is an issue that comes up and the same parent is saying something which makes me wonder if it is the same person speaking! parents experience a sense of loss and we need to be patient and work with them through that as well.

November Pride Event Report

As was mentioned in the Pride schedule, last Monday was the first meeting of family and friends of LGBT people in Bangalore. It was moderated by Vinay and organised by Docsid, and we are all excited at the response at the meeting. The discussion was honest and far-ranging, and the end, the participants decided to continue these meetings and also act as a support group for other parents. Vinay and Docsid did a marvellous job in pulling this off! Below is the report - it is rather long, but worth reading in full.

Unconditional Acceptance

Got to witness a lot of ‘Coming Out’ stories lately... both online, and offline! Though the outcomes varied vastly, the fact that so many of us, queer folk, have started breaking the (un)comfortable walls of the closet fills my heart with the joy and hope that probably can’t be expressed in words.

Live Your Life as If You’re One

The last time I went to India I was 17 years old and had just finished high school AKA the worst years of my life. Aside from learning useful life skills like trigonometry or whatever Mr. Yadda Yadda was rambling about in Physics, I learnt the importance of living compartmentalized: the brown me, the god-loving me, the mom-loving me, the queer Madonna-loving me were never to exist together in any space except for my bedroom.

The Learning Curve

To him, they appeared everywhere.

They frequented drawing classes, homework books, newspapers, hotel napkins, the foggy bathroom mirror, sacks of grains at the grocery shop, dirt tracks, shoe imprints, photographs …

Stereotype

I saw him the first time in a train. He was tiny and timid, very unlike his naughty and loud brothers and sisters. Dressed shabby with a torn t-shirt and torn slacks, a pair of mismatched shoes, all he wanted to do was just get enough place to sit but his siblings would not let him. They were from the slum, it was fairly obvious with the way they were behaving. These kids seemed unperturbed when the aunties mocked them and asked them to move out of their seats. They had tickets these kids didn’t. The kids pretended to be deaf and continued being seated where they were, a noisy naughty lot of five.
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