Wherever you are, but to say ‘wherever’ would be incorrect, I do know where you are.
We’ve all experienced it. Irrespective of our orientation, whether Straight, bi, gay or queer. It hurts every time.
My baby boy is 3! It seems like yesterday, when we brought him home from the hospital.
the politics of fucking, understandably –
I soon found out my "girlish" friend was gay. I was cool with it. It explained what was wrong with him. Little did I know how “wrong” I was.
This was my way of finding out what I am. Trust me, no one came to help me!
The more I throw myself out there, the more I end up analysing the "right" and "wrong" of it.
Is he a boy or a girl.
A half woman, not man enough.
She is faking it, he is not for real
They is not themselves.
All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
Being an openly gay film maker, he has ensured visibility of queers in his stories and done so in the most authentic manner possible.
I wonder who I am now. Gay? Or did I think I was one. Am I Straight? Or did I learn to think that I am supposed to be someone over these eight years.
I want to kiss your scars till they close,
fold under your impossibly warm skin that turns freezing cold
as soon as the first hit of Delhi winter creeps under my quilt.
‘Slut’ is what I am supposed to feel like when I went for a routine check up to a doctor two days ago and was molested by him.
As we turn 6 years old, this year we have tried to bring you a very special birthday present; an interview with the fabulous Kalki Koechlin.
For all the love in my heart for him, I couldn't help but lift my guise.
Surprisingly, this is one strong emotion that you would notice in all pages of the latest third edition of The Gaysi Zine.
We caught up with Sushant over a cup of coffee and got all the fun gossip of the Big Boss house! Watch what Sushant has to say...
The closet is a dark place.
But it has the safety of anonymity.
About two years and four months into a new city, I have had a home in every person I have met.
Once upon a time you carried your heart on a sleeve
And now, the sleeve is shorter.