How long have I been out of the closet? Do I start the count from when I first came out to someone other than my partner?
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When the news first came in a week ago, it didn’t seem real. The legendary Ms. D had passed away.
I have been asking myself this question for months after 2011s pride. Am I proud enough to celebrate MY PRIDE?
What do I do when an attractive young man sits across me with his legs spread so wide that his thighs and organ strain against the fabric of his jeans? …
The man says to me “You know, I have been watching you for some time now. I have been observing you. And you see, god talks to me, he sends me messages”.
It is indeed an assault on the self-respect of all MSM. And hence, my sympathies and support to all gay men denied of the noble cause.
We only had 20 days to put everything together.
I often found myself on my couch staring at the ceiling wondering, “How do I stop thinking about my ex-girlfriend?” Dammit! I had to THINK about how NOT to think!
A conversation on the changing visual landscape of intimacies and desire in Indian Cinema, image & contemporary art.
Just before this picture was taken, it appears like
The barber had put a bowl upside down on your head
And trimmed what laid outside of it.
Enter the dark corridors, filled with masculinity, men with hard-ons, semi-erections, fucked-up arses, lubed-up arses, rubbered dicks, noses sniffing poppers and other addictive substances, slippery warm penises entering raging intestines and mouths, hands groping all over the place – nipples, butts, muscles, hair, mouths, feet, balls, name it, you have it.
Congratulations gay people. We’ve arrived. If someone bullies or intimidates us and we take our lives as a result of their douche-bagery, we can rest assured that they will be convicted of bias-intimdiation and possibly, sentenced harshly. And in the case of Dharun Ravi, also face deportation to a country that he probably does not remember. I hope everyone is happy that justice has been served.
It’s our annual house-keeping time. This means we are going to open our cabinet of whisky and hope that everything will just clean itself out like magic.
For the most part South Asians are not the most comfortable talking about sex and sexuality. Is it because we aren’t having any? Funny, I didn’t think the Kama Sutra was for coffee table reading, nor did I think that population of India surpassed a billion through abstinence. Yet we shy away from these discussions, push them into a category of shame and turn a blind eye.
In a “wildly” convoluted essay, Firdous contends that maybe allowing homosexuals their rights will lead to the destruction of the world as we know it. Never being the one for open letters, I’ll just use this as feedstock for sarcasm.
It’s simple, really. The world wasn’t created for the benefit of just one person. We co-exist. Just as you won’t find two tigers with matching stripes, you won’t find two people with the same preferences. You’d think after so many years of existence, people would’ve learnt to tolerate each other’s differences. But looks like that’s too much to expect from a species that considers itself the most intelligent of all.
The first draft of this rant was interrupted too. Thanks to ‘his’ plans to go out for a movie, a quick dinner and maybe a nap? But sorry, the movie didn’t happen since he only has one bicycle, and I have none. And we’re too late to use public transport to get to a place 2 kilometers away. Damn!
The chances of marriage equality in Italy are a distant hope, but it doesn’t mean that the community won’t fight for it. With the Vatican and the Pope and the crazy orthodox Catholics, same sex marriage will not see the light of day any time soon.