Archive for the tag Brutally Honest

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.

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.
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