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
One year and many sessions down the line, today if you ask me do I ‘enjoy’ pain, I’ll say I don’t know. The word enjoy somehow does not fit. But if you ask me, am I turned on by pain… I would not hesitate for a second…hell, yes, I am.
Have you always known?
My attraction to pretty girls with
pretty eyes and sad stories.
Stories I re-told at lunch everyday, asking
for endings I knew nothing about.
Founded in 2010, Yaariyan is among the first platforms for LGBTQ youth in Mumbai and is an active part of the collective that organizes Mumbai Pride.
No one should have to deal with sexism, homophobia and of course prejudices against mental illness all at once.
This is an ode to that person who taught me how to dance like no one is watching.
At thirty, I realise that these borrowed worlds not only helped me through some of my toughest times as a teen, but also influenced me as a feminist, queer creator years later.
Having been bullied in school, I really wished I knew I wasn't alone, or that speaking to other people would not make me come across as weak.
Indemnify me for this gigantic emptiness of vast space
and for not having the courage to break it to my face
But since life is no fairy tale
The forever love promise soon become stale
My name day came and went
Suddenly there was no time to spend