This is a tale about 2 blue-eyed boys in Nazi Germany,
The year was 1938 – a good year for Germany, historically speaking, of course,
United with Austria, a long-lost brother,
Germany continued to bend and stretch and thwart the clauses of the Treaty that had stolen its pride and confined it to the cold, ruthless white hands of the West.
The goal of the 'therapy’ is vulgarly clear - to change one's sexual orientation, gender identity, and gender expressions to societally normative identities. In the processes, people may be subjected to psychoanalysis, religious faith healing, exorcism, aversion behavioral conditioning, electroshock, surgical interventions, and even corrective rape.
The song is strikingly genuine, and it is hard not to get caught up in the emotions it expresses, and feel just as lost as the singer themselves. It is clear how much this relationship meant to Somaya, and it is easy to understand every emotion expressed in the song.
I'd usually talk about the main protagonist Jane Villanueva because she's my absolute favourite, but Petra and JR definitely need to be talked about, too. Who are they, you ask? Petra Solano is Jane's sister wife and Jane Ramos aka JR, is Petra's first lady.
I am out to most people in my life – sister, cousins, friends, friends of friends, professors, coworkers – except my parents. That’s a tricky one.
Today, with writers Mike Yang, Anderson, Gates, and Torres bringing perspectives from inside the LGBT community, and openly gay cast members like Kate McKinnon and John Milhiser, SNL sketches have definitely become more likely to be ‘hits’ rather than ‘misses’.
In her live video, she recalled incidents of solitary confinement at a mental health centre because her family believed that they could "cure bisexuality." She had been a subject to domestic abuse and mental torture resulting in depression and suicidal thoughts.
We’ve come a long way, but our struggle isn’t over yet. We have miles to go before we find peace. Miles to go before we find justice – buried under rotting piles of debris, faeces and skeletons.
There is an inherent problem in assuming we can only talk about our personal lives and nothing else, that we are somehow remote from, say the migrant crisis and Islamophobia during COVID-19. By foregrounding one aspect of ourselves at the expense of other equally important concerns, inclusivity efforts in their present restrict rather than expand our civic engagement.
Carryminati, or Ajey Nagar, roasted TikTok content creators in his deleted videos. “Pussy” and “meetha” were used to ridicule the content, while defending YouTube. Queer people have been subjected to the term “meetha” when being bullied for their identity. It is the equivalent of “fa***t”. “Mithai ki dukaan pe le jaaunga toh 200 rupay me bik jaaega” (If I take you to a sweet shop, you will be sold for a price of 200) was a popular “roasting comment” used in the video.
Can we be cautiously optimistic that this unprecedented and once-in-a-lifetime crisis will change the gay narrative, particularly in India?
It isn’t enough to merely consume art which offers representation to oppressed communities – but as artists and writers, it is also our duty to create art which unites, which builds empathy, which upholds communities.
The bois locker room was made possible by a culture that routinely objectifies women (as passing comments, as casual banter, as entertainment or even humour) and roots masculinity in dangerous narratives of dominance and an insatiable sexual desire, among other things.
Relationship abuse is a very real problem that can affect a person regardless of age, race, gender, sexual orientation, or any other parameters, and it is one that should not be tolerated.
In India, the conundrum for the longest time was that to prohibit gay men from donating blood, the society must acknowledge the existence of gay men. When the Supreme Court decriminalized gay sex in India, almost like clockwork, the National Blood Transfusion Council (NBTC) in Maharashtra updated their screening questionnaire. The new questionnaire inquires the potential donor about their sexual history, which includes male to male sexual activity.
Notably, while there are special definitions and provisions for vulnerable groups involved in cases of human trafficking, there is gross ignorance of the transgender community and their protection when such a form of exploitation is concerned.
Back in school, a classmate of mine left for three months, and her closest friend would write little notes every single day of her absence and slip it into the desk. When the absentee friend returned, her desk was full of little coloured scraps of paper—full of anecdotes and jokes, notes about missed homework, and admissions of love.
On the surface, it looked like a match made in heaven (pun intended) between same-sex people looking to find their life partners and a “one of a kind International Arranged Gay Marriage Agency” (sic). But if you scratched deeper under the surface, you would be shocked to know that the only thing “revolutionary” about this agency was that it was a scam.
A self-described happy-go-lucky person with a fondness for research, block-printed shirts, Vyas hopes to carve a niche in the world of visuals. The 24-year-old wears many hats, as an art historian specializing in South Asian art and religious studies, a translator, an author, and a visiting faculty at NID, Ahmedabad.
In only a few simple steps you can look like the lesbian you have always dreamt of being.