I got word on Facebook about a new TV show, DeSiCiTi, via Brown Girl Magazine and Good Indian Girl.
DeSiCiTi is allegedly a desified version of Sex and the …
My first lover was a woman who identified as butch. She spent a lot of time, or so I felt, in trying to define me. I never found myself conforming to any identities. There were days I felt generally macho and I’d slip into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. And there were days where I’d find feminine wiles flowing out of me in my pretty blue lucknowi kurta-salwar and dangling jaipuri jhumkas. Shortly after I came out I also shaved off my long tresses and walked around unabashedly with my shorn head.
Breaking news – I have officially joined the ranks of the employed! Realizing that I don’t want to spend my post-undergrad gap year living with my parents was pretty good incentive to intensify the job search. And I landed one that I really love!
My girlfriend & I moved to our shiny new flat about two months ago. Our home is still under the tyrannical reign of builders who have very nasty toilet habits and keep saying 'We'll be done by the end of next week' and then that next week never arrives.
We're still living out of boxes and we're absolutely broke. But we're happy.
My mom has known I like girls for almost two years now. My brother was one of the first people I came out to, shortly after coming to the realization myself. A few weeks after that, on an impromptu trip home, my brother told my mom what she later started referring to as, “The Secret.”
During this quest for a BFF, I had this one conversation with my Buddy, which changed everything. I don’t remember clearly what sparked that conversation. But I remember discussing gay and lesbian relationships. And how normal it felt and how neither of us agreed with the stigma attached to it. Maybe it was my rebellious 14-year old speaking, but it was my first conversation about LGBT and it was like any other chat with The Buddy. And I just knew then, that I would be attracted to a person, not their gender identity. Just like The Buddy felt too (or so I thought).
Back then I was fascinated with car rides. She had a white santro. I would rush out of work to ask her for a lift, even if it meant changing in two minutes and running down five floors in twenty seconds. I did it every day. And on the days I missed her I hated myself. I was enamored by her.
There are times when I look at my girlfriend and realize…I could marry this girl. Not just because I adore weddings. Not just because we’re still in what could be considered the early U-Haul stage of our relationship. But just because she feels so incredibly right. We’ve been through our rough patches – hell, I thought for sure that we weren’t going to make it as little as 2 or 3 months ago – but every time we’ve hit a set-back, we’ve somehow come out stronger.
Same deal as last time, ladies. Awesome songs by awesome artists, and queer artists get asterisks next to their names. Check it out!
The love between two women reaches a point of being far deeper than any other as it encircles its self in not just being lovers but also sharing, shopping, spa …
Since then, we've both had relationships with men and I haven't really had a similar experience with another woman. I don't know if it makes sense that sometimes just that one person could affect you in a particular way, in spite of their gender.
It’s incredible when one is in love. It’s always as if it’s the first time. Even though it never is, except when it actually is the first time.
You know, this was supposed to be my self-imposed deadline for “Love Songs for Lesbians 2.0”. I had it drafted and all ready to go. And then…I suppose the easiest way to put it is that I got my heart stomped on? I don’t generally let people get close enough to be able to hurt me, but oh man. I didn’t really see this one coming.
We hugged. I cried with relief. Knowing I finally had someone I called family on my side. Knowing I wasn’t rejected for something that had not been my choice. Hearing I wouldn't be loved any less.
For the longest time, I couldn’t picture my future. When I tried to think of it, I managed to conjure up only a hazy vision where I was pottering around alone in a house somewhere. A house that wasn’t a home. A house that was never filled with the love and eagerness of somebody waiting for me to come back home. But last night changed everything.
In order to get my ‘happily-ever-after’ with a Ms. Pilgrim of my own, I need to take matters into my own hands and defeat my 7 Evil Exes, who are totally to blame for the untrusting commitment- phobic adult that I am today. Pfffttt...what does Freud know? It’s not my parents or my subconscious...it’s my very own League of Evil Exes! So let the Ex bashing begin!
To be honest, I’m a sucker for love songs. And by sucker, I mean SAP. If you get me at the right moment with a good love song, I will get teary-eyed on you, no lie. But being queer sort of complicates the whole love song arena. Every popular love song is hetero-oriented, and somehow stereotypically “homo” songs are never really love songs.
I never realized I had fallen for you. It was only when you told me that you were falling for someone else that I felt my heart beginning to crumble. I know you kept telling me not to expect anything; that you couldn’t offer me what I wanted. But how could you have known that you were made up of those very things I expected in the person I thought I could fall for?
The city that never sleeps. The city that always eats. My kinda town… Of course, it helped that its brimming to the top with very many of the gorgeous ladies on Gaysi. Last month I darted down to India to replenish my body’s supply of Vitamin D and a quick jaunt to Mumbai seemed in order.
But there are moments, when you know in your heart, that you did what you could – nothing, no force, could have made you give any less or any more. That is the point in your own evolution and inner growth, when you know that you have peaked, at least for the time being, until life prods you towards the next level.