Archive for authorLady Jughead

Lady Jughead lives and writes in the city she loves and hates, Bombay. Without meaning to and harbouring mixed feelings about it (You’ll see the irony in just a bit), she’s forever wandering in the murkiness that exists between straight and gay, clear and clueless, butch and femme, cute and hot, and genius and insane. All of which leave her with a question that often occupies a significant portion of her cognitive capacity – is she Just Perfect or is she falling fast into the deep chasm of obscurity called Just Average?

Control Be Damned

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 …

You Cheat, I Cheat, We All Cheat.

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?

Femme + Butch = Futch

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.

An Ode To If Only

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, …

Rules [Part III : Finale]

“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 …

Fridays At Nigah Is Back!

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.

Rules [Part II]

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 …

Rules [Part I]

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 …

Let’s Talk About Porn, Baby.

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.

Change [Part II]

We hugged. I cried with relief. Knowing I finally had someone I called family on my side. Knowing I wasn’t rejected for something that had not been my choice. Hearing I wouldn't be loved any less.

Change [Part I]

For the longest time, I couldn’t picture my future. When I tried to think of it, I managed to conjure up only a hazy vision where I was pottering around alone in a house somewhere. A house that wasn’t a home. A house that was never filled with the love and eagerness of somebody waiting for me to come back home. But last night changed everything.

Right. Now To Get Over You.

I never realized I had fallen for you. It was only when you told me that you were falling for someone else that I felt my heart beginning to crumble. I know you kept telling me not to expect anything; that you couldn’t offer me what I wanted. But how could you have known that you were made up of those very things I expected in the person I thought I could fall for?

The Cook

It had been weeks since Dee last got off. As she lay there in her bed, she looked at the clock her ex had given her. It was 9 in …

Excuse Me, May I Borrow Your Vibe?

I seem to have a problem. And freezing in mid-step, like Jim Carrey does in Mask, when it comes to making conversation with attractive women seems be to the very least of it. Turns out, there is something wrong with my vibe. Should have smacked me right in the middle of my face, but like with everything else that involves a combination of subtlety and the art of self-observation, I only recently figured this one out. Apparently, being single most of my life wasn’t a good enough hint (Sigh. Some people are so daft, I tell you).

The Tease

“I’m going in for a shower,” Jane yelled out. Dee’s eyes flew wide open. The wheels of her imagination started turning. She could feel that warm feeling. The one that …

Perfume

On the pillow,
On an old t-shirt,
On the phone’s receiver,
On an empty bottle,
In unexpected corners
Of vacant rooms,
I find you.
Your smell.
Leftovers,
Of your presence.…

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