Today, I am not stuck in what you think of me-
This exhausting, endless loop of trans-misogyny
Not broken and what I ought to be
With their outrageous and extraordinary personalities, drag queens show us how to be a bit extra without apology.
I gave birth to a child, they make him a bit of a man with each passing night.
I realised that my family being accepting was a privilege because there are so many others who would not be as accepting. But should it be a privilege?
I have fallen in love enough times to be exhausted by it already.
You know, you want it all. The attainable and otherwise.
And then one day, I kissed a girl. I do not know how it came to be. I kissed a girl I did not even like.
A week in the day of a non-binary person is a ride, but not a particularly fun one. And yet, they won’t stop living life the way they want to.
You never had the courage to give our relationship a name
It concerned you more if the world found out & never looked at you the same
The walk was organised by the Prayojan Kalyan Samiti, and made Dehradun the fourth Indian city to have its first ever Pride walk this year after Islampur, Bhopal and Lucknow.
You’ll know I don’t have my life in order when I tell you I don’t have my Bedroom Disco playlist of the month in order.
How are we free when the State is sitting right inside our bedrooms dictating our every move?
You never know what can inspire you to stop being a lost, lonely soul, bogged down by the bad, bad world.
Speaking of Beyoncé, I was once under the sway of her masterful self-titled album for weeks on end. Her sexiest songs, right from the wild Drunk in Love to the teasing Blow, the raunchy Partition and the passionate Rocket, unleashed my inner femininity.
Their body of work comprises a compelling and complex archive of selves and objects that are multiple and express strong emotions.
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I’ve only recently proved it to be true
Aai, Baba - I’m dying to just tell you.
Let’s meet at a place
Where instead of capturing
You in my words
I take in your laughter
And imprint it on me
For another lifetime
I wish I had exposed my University, a bastion of liberal education, which I hold in high regard nevertheless, for its hypocrisy when it came to the LGBTQ issues.
Away from the truth and hurting
A shallow living, prying
To be honest, but dying
Away from the hurt from the race
Im fine on a stage on my pace