It’s only a theory, and as preposterous as it may sound, just indulge me here for a while, alright? Let me ramble on and see where this takes us.
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U.S Consulate General (Mumbai) is screening Stonewall Uprising as part of the Pride Month.
In the past 4 months, I’ve been to three weddings. Each one of them unfailingly sent me spiralling into a personal crisis of sorts and left me on the verge of completely breaking down. In spite of being amongst hundreds of people, I’ve never felt this left out and so very alone. And each time, I was filled with this sadness and utter dejection because the potential of being rejected by everyone close to me became very real very quickly.
It’s simple, really. The world wasn’t created for the benefit of just one person. We co-exist. Just as you won’t find two tigers with matching stripes, you won’t find two people with the same preferences. You’d think after so many years of existence, people would’ve learnt to tolerate each other’s differences. But looks like that’s too much to expect from a species that considers itself the most intelligent of all.
Fighting for acceptance, I truly believe, is absolutely necessary. But our penchant for focusing on labels that we assume are forcibly thrust upon us by others, or words that we misconstrue as violating our identity, is beginning to get a bit tiresome. Instead of attempting to change mindsets, we seem more interested in drawing up a glossary of queer terms and words that others can use while referring to us.
“There are few words to describe the smell of sesame oil. And I don’t have them,” she said, her voice growing muffled as she buried her head under giant cloud-like …
The world is a bloody small place. And the Universe gleefully keeps reminding me that the Six Degrees of Separation theory is not some half-assed idea someone came up with on an idle day. Basically, like Alice in The L Word believes, there’s a good chance that just six people can form a link between you and pretty much anyone in the world.
So, assuming you’re not taking the help of any external stimulation (porn movies, erotica, a recording of your partner’s moans from last night’s phone sex, other people’s fingers……you get the drift), here’s my first question to you: Who do you think about while you’re going at it?
Long distance relationships are hard. People have told me that before. But fuck, I never knew how hard till a few months back. Great conversations and intellectual stimulation keep you going. But there’s only so far you can use those two to prod your relationship along. But what comes after you’ve pushed it as far as it can go?
It begins in your hotel room. I don’t know why I have this fondness for them. I suspect it’s because they’re cut off from both our worlds and the familiarity …
What constitutes cheating? I’ve wondered about this ever since the discussion around the campfire in the L Word. And I’ve realized that for a lot of people, sleeping with someone else is the first and last straw. I think this is very interesting. Because this begs a very simple question: are emotional and mental faithfulness not as important?
See, it’s not like I wanted a cozy little box with a clearly defined label that I could comfortably fold myself into. I’ve always disliked labels. But nevertheless, I was curious. Curious to know which category or stereotype I fall under simply because they exist and they seem to be reference points for our community. But the problem was, the conventional ones made me extremely uncomfortable.
What.A.Party. If there was one question this party could ask all other parties, it would be this: Who’s Your Mommy?
Note: This post has been co-written by P13 and Lady Jughead.
If only my tears would dry a bit quicker
My heart would surely cease to feel sicker
The fear, …
“No. Wait,” ordered Dee, holding Jane in place. “Just…wait. I need to do something.” With Jane watching her with a look that bordered on curiosity, Dee pulled her cell phone …
Join us on the second Friday of every month as we discuss anything or everything that’s queer, chill out over endless gupshup and films, meet old friends and make new ones.
As she sat there, within touching distance of Jane, Dee tried to process all that she was feeling. It was as if she was sitting in a vacuum, the air …
The last time Dee and Jane had met, things between them were left kind of incomplete, if you will. That one summer evening in Bandstand had been filled with spurts …
I watch porn. There. I said it. What I keep wondering is why it’s such a taboo topic. Because sure as hell, almost everybody watches porn. Is it because only a few have the balls to admit it? It’s like there’s a porn closet. And apparently, the doors on that one are way more tightly shut than the ones on the gay closet.