Dedicated to the caged birds in this free country.
I know my odds and I try my best to understand the effects of being a romantic and a sexual minority.
Peeking out of a window, as the snow slowly melts after a dreary blizzard, it’s hard not to be hopeful – optimistic, even.
HIV and other STD's target gay and bisexual men more than any other section of the society due to unprotected means of anal sex
There was a time when she walked upright. A time when she ran through the wind, danced on the dirt. Her feet drew planets and universes on the dry soil. Her legs spun gold and silver in their gait.
hm..so what exactly happens when a erm..reeally-late-bloomer tries to make up for the lost time..
I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.
“Nope, you are no Harry Potter, you could never face Voldemort and I did see you evolve from a tiny little egg dear” thank you for breaking it to me
I used to hold on to hope before, but now I have to slow down every few steps because I walk with what feels like the burden of hopelessness of the world.
You ask me why I fight.
You ask me why I scream.
This is a partial transcription of a video interview with Urmi Jadhav and Madhuri Sarode of the Dancing Queens
DarkMatter, the amazing duo that has been creating waves around the world for their poetry is composed of trans - South Asian artists Alok Vaid-Menon and Janani Balasubramanian.
I was sexually abused and thrashed. I was called hijra, chhakka (a derogatory term for hijras) and various other invectives.
Though my father and I are extremely close and I knew my parents would accept me eventually, I didn’t want to hurt them.
This campaign highlights the five most common forms of arguments used to trivialize sexual assault and shift blame onto the victims instead of the perpetrators.
What crazy kids are we?
Running around, trampling over hearts
Replacing the mundane adult conversations with heavy ones stirring our heartstrings
This oil work is a study in lies.
I looked everywhere for you,
Went wherever I could dredge you up
I asked people about your whereabouts
But none seemed to know.
“Bottoming is hard”, I thought to myself. I was in the bathroom getting ‘prepped’ for our date.
Mafaka is a self-deprecating use of the Indian pidgin word for the popular expletive motherfucker.