Gaysi: The Gay Desi - Yes, we're legal!

[Guest Author: Chicklet]

How does it feel to be in a closet? To be invisible? How does it feel to not have a voice? To be called a joke, a threat, a freak?  Disconcerting, isn’t it? That’s why I keep insisting, we should move and must settle outside India. A place where we can live without fear & prejudice.

But, I do not wish to choose the life of an exile! We will carve our own little niche, here, in this very country.

How can you not understand me? I want us to be more than just “living together”. I want access to all basic human rights. I want us to have a family, kids, dogs, you and me, darling. I want all this and much more for us. Uff! I wish I could make you see the future I envisage for us.

Oh ho baby, I would want to raise our kids here, in India.

Don’t be funny, it would be no different there.

It would be. I wouldn’t even know how to relate to my own child! I would be an alien to the language, education system and to the very world they would be growing in! No matter how much I learn of that culture; it would never be enough. We will always remain aloof from each other.’

But aren’t we responsible adults? We will give them a quality life, a well deserved life. I will really try hard to make it all work, I promise. Please, help me with this.

Really? And how would they relate to the historical evidence of our reality? Don’t you see there is just so much more to you and me than what our eyes can see? It would be like leading a split life.

I don’t want to exist between lines.

We always will… No matter which side of the line we are.

Yes we all are (at least us, the Queer folks & supporters) bouncing with joy over the recent Delhi High court verdict – in a way – legalizing Homosexuality.

But honestly I am not too sure about this.

In perhaps the first gay marriage after the Delhi High Court in a landmark judgment read down Article 377, a law that made even consensual sex between adult homosexuals a punishable offence, two 18-year-old men, brushing aside protests from family and jeers from society, went to a temple near their house in Chandigarh and “got hitched for life”. [Link : TOI]

The freedom to choose one’s own partner is a deserving right for all. But tell me isn’t the above a misuse, considering they are ONLY 18 years of age?

A heartbreaking post from a fellow-gaysi, over at Devis with Babies:

But when my partner and I decided to get married that changed. My parents wouldn’t come. And, what was worse in my eyes, they wouldn’t discuss it with me. They just told me they couldn’t be there. When I sent photos of our ceremony in Massachusetts, they didn’t respond. When, two year later, I called to tell them about Raya, my mom cried and my dad said they had to go. I don’t call them anymore. But I write them letters every month. Raya has begun writing letters to them too. She calls them Ba and Dada. She has seen pictures and she knows about them. Every Diwali, we send them a diya that we make together. [Link]

Cross posted on Broom Box.

Next time you’re visiting the Taj Mahal, here’s something that you can do:

Two young Swedish women tied the knot at the weekend in the first known lesbian wedding at the Taj Mahal, India’s ethereal monument to love.

The couple, known only as Sandra and Sarah, followed Hindu rituals during the ceremony, which was conducted by a priest at the Mahadeva Shiva temple near the Taj Mahal in the town of Agra.

After exchanging garlands, Sandra, 19, marked the head of 18-year-old Sarah with vermilion. They then made seven circuits around a fire in the traditional marriage custom.

The priest, Dharm Das, initially refused to marry the couple but relented after they gave an offering to the temple and said they would be his life-long disciples, reports said.