Archive for the tag Brutally Honest

Dear Beloved.

As a kid, I wanted to be the strongest girl in class; I wanted to hand-wrestle better than any of the boys, and have them stare at me in admiration. They did. I could beat all of them in a single sitting.

5 Crushes All Women Who Love Women Have Succumbed To

Over the years, I’ve experienced a plethora of WLW crushes of fluctuating degrees – which usually range from sugary-sweet and ecstatic to mind-numbingly painful. Upon introspection, I’ve been able to pinpoint 6 crushes that almost all WLW experience at some point in their queer journey.

All Poets Have A Sad Story

If I wasn’t feeling like shit because I was turned on by girls (one girl in particular), I’m sure I would have found something else to hate myself for. I was young, female, loud, and had a body. Society does this to you. It moulds you till you are all soft woundable spots, and then it makes you kick yourself.

The Booth

I tried to remember if the booth on screen is the same booth that I and my partner usually go and get a security check from. I couldn’t recognise it. I stopped thinking and concentrated on the film.

Poem: You

You buy me your favorite Carlos Luis Zafón & beg, no demand that I read it. You don't "take favors” But blushed when I gave you Neruda's Twenty Love Poems- Michael Faudet's erotic poetry, you said, "touched you in places-"

Deficit

I have been told to be less so many times – be less big, be less loud, be less intimidating, be less of so much. I have been less so many times.

My Closeted Lover

Loving someone who is in the closet taught me how to manage my feelings and changed the way our everyday lives unfolded. I realised that being with someone who is in the closet means respecting them and their privacy, and being supportive.

Alone

I shall retrace our footsteps- which do not exist anymore, a thousand times over. Then visit the quaint little bookshop we went to, sit in a corner, unobserved & longingly sigh.

Is Rainbow Capitalism Truly Queer Liberation

This pride month, the first after the milestone 377 verdict, there are a gazillion campaigns projected in the face of the desi queer community. This propaganda comes in the form of VIBGYOR brand names, adverts with vague references to same sex couples, stylized t-shirts and mugs and anything that can fleece of the middle class in the name of pride.

The Faces I’ve Worn

I'm openly Bisexual, and I hate that label. All labels, for that matter. Gender, as I've come to know, is abstract.
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