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?
I have fallen in love enough times to be exhausted by it already.
There is no drama or scripted dialogues; instead, we get raw emotions and the reality of Cleo and her fiancé’s worlds.
God Loves Hair, Shraya tells us, and indeed, why wouldn’t God love hair? It is a part of one’s body and one’s body is sacred and not something to be ashamed of, and this is what Shraya’s text invokes
As a more feminine woman, I have often had people assume I am straight.
You know, you want it all. The attainable and otherwise.
And then one day, I kissed a girl. I do not know how it came to be. I kissed a girl I did not even like.
A week in the day of a non-binary person is a ride, but not a particularly fun one. And yet, they won’t stop living life the way they want to.