Archive for the tag Brutally Honest

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.

Poem: Smell

Will you grab me by the throat And try erasing a passionate mistake you once made Or ask me if I'm doing fine And I'd say, how could I? When I'm deprived of the presence that once gave me life.

Photo Essay: One Fine Day

It was a Sunday afternoon in Delhi, and the sun blazed hot with warm winds touching the skin. He met Naman for the last time in his tiny apartment, the apartment where they had first met.

Moving Towards Oblivion

I clearly remember when I first dreamed about a family. It was the day I read about WHO report and how homosexuality is not a mental disorder. Sitting in my bedroom I decided that I will get married to a guy, have a small house, have kid/s and a pet (mostly dog), and will live happily ever after.

Poem: Dress Man

first time I put a dress on no, not a dress shirt! a dress it had polka dots and flower pots a ribbon at the back to accentuate the waist or cut lunch some slack

Labels

I once asked her what she identified as. She proceeded to tell me that while she identified as pansexual, she chose to tell people she was bisexual. At the time, this was a little tough for me to understand. However, over time, I began to understand why she did it.

A Day In The Life

When you - a straight person - visit a therapist, they won’t assume that all your problems stem from your sexuality. They are not going to confront you saying that “That bi thing you’re doing” is wrong and that you should stop being bi.

A Step Too Far

A majority of people are always interested in “that Pride Parade” but very rarely would they have a completely normal reaction to you being in any kind of relationship that is not a monogamous, heterosexual one; the only kind society completely accepts.
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