“Hello, you awesome person!” The chat window flashed, breaking my concentration while in the middle of writing a short story.
I cannot express how proud I have been to be a Londoner over the past few weeks. The city just came alive to welcome the world to the Olympics.
Here’s a story upside down. Expect drama but don’t be surprised that the usual suspects are missing.
As the host of Jai Ho!, Chicago’s queer Bollywood night, I perform as my alter-ego Lahore Vagistan, a desi drag queen trying to make it from the Chicago stage to the Mumbai screen.
Finally, after a few dismal soggy summer months the sun is out. It is a glorious Sunday today.
Every now & then one must decide to put their best foot forward and match the giant size footsteps (imagine Mumbai potholes) left behind by Gaysi Editors.
It was WorldPride in London and I was marching in the parade with colleagues from work.
Two Sundays ago, seven of my closest friends and I decided to go up to Liverpool to celebrate the big Jubilee bank holiday weekend. So even though it was 11 am, as the train pulled out of Euston station, J had cracked open the champagne and the fun began.
This week, I thought I would write a piece to support the (upcoming) Gaysi Podcast on marriage. These are obviously my views on the subject as a ‘married’ gay man.
This past weekend was Memorial Day weekend in the US. And because I’m too lazy to type out what it stands for, here’s a copy-paste from wiki..
I have always thought of London to be a strange but incredible city. On the one hand it can be a terribly lonely urban jungle but on the other it can be a warm and safe home where you can feel embraced by the love the city has to offer.
This is my first post and I hope to introduce myself briefly without putting you off to sleep. I first came across this website two years ago, when I was still in the process of accepting who I was.
How long have I been out of the closet? Do I start the count from when I first came out to someone other than my partner?
When the news first came in a week ago, it didn’t seem real. The legendary Ms. D had passed away.
It’s a gorgeous Sunday today. The sun is out, beautiful people everywhere lounging about in the park, the duck pond is glorious and the park looks amazing!
Armed with our Lonely planet, we set off on Saturday afternoon. Motorway driving is incredible fun especially when you are cruising at ‘ridiculous miles an hour’ blaring camp Bollywood classics.
I looked at my mother, glittering in the smooth sunlight on Michigan Avenue, she was dripping in an excess of diamonds.
We only had 20 days to put everything together.
I often found myself on my couch staring at the ceiling wondering, “How do I stop thinking about my ex-girlfriend?” Dammit! I had to THINK about how NOT to think!
I wish you the happiest birthday ever. Maybe next year I will wish you an ever-happier birthday!!