In Part 3, Aniruddhan talks about his friend & straight ally, Kaavya talks about the Tamil media and Taejha shares his memorable moment from "Nirangal", the Queer performance festival of Chennai.
When queer women are first coming out or becoming involved in the mainstream queer community they are often becoming subject to misogyny and objectification at the hands of other queer women. However, in a lot of cases queer women are bred into a heteronormative lesbian culture where they feel they should be the misogynists, although they probably don’t recognize it as such.
"On the day of the pride march, so many things went through my mind. I was nervous and sick to my stomach. The only thing I had done as a homosexual in the past was having sex with men in the dark without ever seeing their faces in the light." Chennai Dost Director, Vikranth Prasanna talks about his journey from the closet to Chennai Pride march.
A month or so ago, Five of us ...yes! Five spanking HOT gaysis got together one Saturday across 4 timezones for a near-2-hour Skype call discussion on Coming Out. After a ridiculously amazing conversation that was 4-5 podcasts worth covering the queer spectrum from end to end on we find out that...
Chennai's LGBT community members and allies share some memorable moments from previous pride celebrations, as they celebrate their third annual rainbow pride, this month.
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.
The first time I saw Maya, she was as enigmatic and breathtaking as she was graceful... more than any dream I had ever had.
With the recent Gaysi poll and Rainbow Monster’s piece “Lady Gaga, Bollywood Remix & A Disheartened Fan”, both regarding Lady Gaga’s recent desi remix of Born This Way, I felt it was time to articulate here my point of view on Ms. Stefani Germanotta.
I think the precise moment I realised I am not straight was seven months ago, when I felt strongly attracted to a woman. The weird part of this attraction was that for the very first time, it was only physical. So far, I was familiar with the physical-only attraction only to men. To suddenly have this for a woman I was meeting every day was a tad bit frightening at first.
You know the whole thing of Dykes on Bikes... yeah well, I’m that dyke. And although I would be on the bike even if I was ramrod straight, somehow, I have been cast into the stereotype by virtue of being gay. Damn.
It was Lord Shiva, who had taken the form of Ratnavati’s mother and nurtured her the past few days. It was the three-eyed Lord, who is known for his masculinity,that played the role of the mother, the midwife and the nanny to the new born and looked after the two in need.
Welcome to the new layout at Gaysi. Not that much has changed. We respect the Disco Shanti pink and the dhinchak yellow far too much to mess with that.
The sextravagana continues... (always wanted to use the word 'sextravaganza')
My first sexual experience, with my first boyfriend in high school, was brought upon me with coercion. This sexual experience did not happen on my own terms. This doesn’t mean I didn’t eventually enjoy it or that I didn’t still fall head-over-heels for him, but this wasn’t how or when I had wanted it to happen.
“I didn’t know dykes thought differently from non-dykes... I mean other than the fact that they think about girls...”
Now that I have your attention...
Some of the bloggers say all the “good ones” have been taken. Hey... I am right here. And I am good, believe you me. And I’m not taken. But that’s just the point – we all are the “good ones” in our own eyes
It changed three years ago when I fell in love with a woman. I wanted to scream and tell the world. “I am finally in love.” Finally, I understand. At that point in my life, I had started to believe that I was incapable of being in love. I didn’t know that I was trying my luck with the wrong gender. So I wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to put it on the Facebook, Orkut, Twitter, my Blog. Everywhere. Hey, I was in love.
When you share your inner most self you allow for recognition to happen. Sometimes we are afraid of being seen for what we are and this in turn causes us to fear being available to a world we long to enter. The greater damage is how we cease to be a vivid presence to our own selves. We choose the wrong mirrors and have to deal with false reflections.
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).