Recently, we were contacted by someone from a Men's Magazine that shall not be named but I can tell you that their name begins with an 'F', ends with an 'M' and has a middle initial of 'H'. We were asked if Gaysi would be willing to answer a 'witty questionnaire on lesbian sex'. Witty? Warning bells! But you know how we have a penchany for attracting these sorts.
I have tried to come up with a hearty "happy new year" post for many days now. But suffering from a debilitating affliction which strikes the best of us - Writer's Block - I was unable to write one sufficiently creative or celebratory. But this video has shaken me out of my stupor.
So how was the last year, peeps? Here at Gaysi we've had a super busy one. We had our usual posts about Events, Opinions, Fiction and of course... cue scary music (or drum rolls, as you please)... PODCASTS! As usual, we were not free of controversy. But we live, we learn and hopefully, we have fun along the ride.
Come on my queer,
Get in gear.
Gay prides just a month away,
Through the streets we want to play.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch,
Doesn’t mean you need to get your panties in a bunch.
Queer Azadi Mumbai March is scheduled for Saturday, 28th January 2012 and the pride week is to be celebrated from 21st January – 28th January.
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.
The Bangalore Pride week was kickstarted on the 19th of November with a Cricket match at Hombegowda Grounds. It wasn’t advertised as much as the other events, hence the turn out wasn’t great. One of the organizers got on the mic and announced "We are gays, lesbians, hijras, kothis, transgenders... we are having a friendly cricket match today as part of pride, will you celebrate with us and play our game?” A bunch of guys who were hanging around on the grounds stayed to play.
Every once in a while, the Indian blogosphere explodes in a cataclysm of self-righteous rage and indignation because yet another blogger brought up the Indian version of the Mason-Dixon Line. Our north-south divide. The GaysiFamily team had its own battle with Hippa Southies being the affronted group. Against my better judgment, I decided to stay out of it as the insulted always holds more weight in the moral scales of any such debate.
Is a petite-fair skinned person any more of a woman than a larger-dark skinned person? Is the tall-lanky-size zero woman any more real than a short-plus sized woman? Is a married-mom any more real than a career-focused-single woman? If that is the case, then why should a self-identifying not-assigned-woman-at-birth woman be any less of a woman than a woman who was assigned so at birth and raised as a woman?
From Queer Coolie's love of cooking to Tappy's addiction to massages to Lady Jughead's love of all things descriptive... we present our triple bill. Three stories with different perspectives...erotica, romance, and much banter to tease your senses!
I’m proud to call myself a staunch queer advocate. I’m admittedly not completely out to everyone in my life, but I don’t bother to hide my queerness anymore. As long as I feel safe speaking out, I’ll do so. And that has been a big step for me.
Transgender Day of Remembrance or TDoR i is a day dedicated to honoring trans folks who have died outside of natural circumstances.
In a somewhat unexpected turn of events, I am now seeing a dude. As in, a biological, male-assigned and male-identified individual. I won’t say it’s not weird in some ways. Then again, I don’t think I’d ever date anyone that expected traditional gender roles or attitudes, so it’s not all that different from dating anyone else who respects equality and difference.
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.
5 Foot 11 inch something. Runner’s legs, glowing skin, hair from below the knees till the ankle, brushing down like a slim cover against the occasional nip in the tropical city. Calf muscles to letch at. Toes well-shaped, the arch of the foot perfect, a dancer’s feet. Clean, clipped, cured toe-nails. Feet with the occasional hard-sole of a man who has tread the hard earth to keep fit, yet lick-a-licious. Like abso-fucking-lutely lick-able. Nah, too much porn. Focus. Husband material.
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?
It's been almost two years since I came onto the Lezzie scene. I've met many, dated many and gotten to know a lot of women. Some have been phenomenal. Some you discover along the way. Some allow you the power to be yourself and some to bloom. Some are Hi. Some are so strictly bye! My must have list still holds good.
Here are five ultimate ways to embarrass yourself in front of your present crush. Tried, tested and approved. (Yes,I have been there, done that.)
Recently, a lot was said on Gaysi with regards to the latest podcast (yes – the indecent one!) and I sat quietly observing the motion, like an idiot. Disgust expressed, threats given, apology expected, “heartfelt” apology given and yet people were lashing out. Some stood for us; some refrained from making any comments while others chose to walk away…
I’d like to believe that as queers, we’re less stressed about sexual infidelity than straight people, since the threat of reproduction and offspring is relatively low. (Not counting select orgies where both sexes are present and you wake up the next morning wondering who put what inside you, or where you went and put yours the previous night.)