Sexuality and gender are fluid and ever-evolving. They grow with you and evolve as your thoughts, ideals, and beliefs evolve. My own experiences followed the same process of evolution.
She was born in the year 93 on a wintry morning inside a private hospital ward. She has no recollection of that day. Her grandma would tell her, “Your dad and I both jumped with joy when the nurse told us, ‘It’s a boy”.
Since childhood, I have gone through several phases in which I have assumed numerous labels trying to define my sexuality.
Upon hearing the clicking of the car door, I am startled, frightened even. But oh, it's just this one person I dote on. With furrowed brows and curiosity in their eyes, they sit beside me.
Can feelings of comfort and safety come in the form of a person?
For Hayle, a few swipes helped her find a home that can be carried around like a favourite cuddly blanket of comfort around the world.
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Restless thoughts were lingering on in my mind and I wanted to approach and talk to them. Because of the common attitude towards transgender people, I was shying away from them.
As we grow up, from childhood to adulthood, we have several phases– just because one phase is over, does not mean it didn't exist.
I realised that there is a fear of women who are in charge of their sexuality
A quick Google Search shows that people identifying as trans or gender non-conforming often face issues when traveling.
I wish this change in the law had happened a little sooner, but I am hoping that young children are not bullied the way I was back in school for my identity.
While questioning my gender and understanding the ‘concepts’ of masculinity and femininity only came to me years later, that was an eye-opener for me.
The magic in community is in it's spell of gluing people who may have never met and who may never meet.
Jo and T met on Tinder, and the rest went down in Instagram posts.
Do bios make the person or does the person make the bio?
The mornings of Mumbai winters aren't particularly chilly but that day I felt chills run down my body and it sort of made me shiver but then again.
I realized expressing oneself freely in the public sphere whether through dance or any other medium for that matter, can be a complicated for gender and sexual minorities.
In search of brown faces like my own, what I find are white people. Skinny people. And a standard of androgyny that entirely depends upon a binary concept of gender.
Be warned, these might not be the glamorous answer you were looking for. But even though my stones aren’t real diamonds, they sparkle more brightly.