Here's a Valentine's themed article where we are going to talk about the different flavors of polyamory and 7 examples of what they could look like.
I want to be swept off my feet. I want to fall hook, line and sinker. I want to marry someone, because I want to and not because I am on a deadline.
What I also discovered was that unless you wanted to be the guest, threesomes weren’t something to rush into.
Didn’t know you were watching me. I thought you were busy taking your clothes off!
Imagine my wild joy at the unexpected discovery that Mary Oliver was a raging lesbian in a long and happy relationship with very talented photographer, Molly Malone Cook.
This year, what if we set aside the clichés and came up with some fun resolutions, ones that you might actually see through?
Pulkit Mogha boldly attempts to clap back against this repression by documenting sexual experiences in a country where it is forbidden.
The show is lauded as a landmark in transgender representation on television and film, with Soloway enacting a "transfirmative action program", where showmakers hire transgender applicants in preference to cisgender people.
She often forgot to empathise with herself. I felt she needed someone to peel off the layers of her personality before she could even think of letting them in. But then, I knew she did not need anything at all.
In a world that had not quite woken up yet, Preet Simran and Saraswati were telling us about the reality of their existence through a language understood by all: the language of music.
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
Sulu is a happy-go-lucky and fun-loving person, a practical joker, quick-tempered but incredibly protective and loving towards her family.
I was the mystery of an anatomy, a question asked but not answered.
I gave birth to a child, they make him a bit of a man with each passing night.
Have you ever been left wondering if you were 'over-reacting' to someone's insistent hugs or invasive questions?
I am a woman but I am also a person. But my body is constantly being gendered. I cannot escape this trap.
A faulty road surpassed by ghoul,
Where orange and grey masters rule,
Of an affinity towards a copper statue
Built in disguise in your greener side.
If this book has to be a homage to anything, it should be to the strength that the writer displays as he chronicles his life before and after being diagnosed seropositive.
There are many facets of south-Asian societies that are less concerned with how men behave, how colourful their clothes are or if they are holding hands with male friends or simply laying their heads on their friend’s shoulder.
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?