Archive for the tag Coming Out

“Mom, Why Do You Love Me So?”

I looked strangely nervous in response to an everyday ‘Mom’ question like the one that was just put forth to me. I could feel the sweat on my brow in spite of the ceiling fan blades rotating at full speed. My hands were bizarrely cold and numb on a hot Sunday morning resulting in the loss of my sense of touch.

Oh, To Be A Child!

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Adults can be assholes sometimes. Or most of the time. Children on the other hand are so much more accepting and kind. Life is simple if you’re …

The Bisexual Dilemma

I have observed something (even in the Q community) – that when someone says they are “Queer”, people just assume they are “gay”. This was much more on my face …

Wishing I Could Pick

When I was eleven years old, I had a massive crush on a friend of mine. Well, not friend so much as a an older, very together classmate. Ours was more of a mutual admiration society than a friendship. To her I was this entertaining, super naughty kid in an otherwise rather boring, all-girls convent school.

To Tell Or Not To Tell?

So, I find this Queer South Asian women’s group in my town and I subscribe to their listserv. I read through their website and it quotes  welcoming all self-identifying women …

Movie Review : Sancharram

Sancharram (meaning “the journey”) is a 2004 movie that is perhaps the first of its kind. One might say that “Fire” was the first Indian movie to deal with sapphism, but in the movie the sisters-in-law were pushed into a lesbian relationship more out of loneliness than anything else.

Coming Out: The Dream [Part 2]

I was told to stay abroad – not come back except for vacations. Even if that had been my plan always, it felt odd hearing it. When my older sister threw a tantrum over how shameful it was to have to tell her friends I was gay (as I pointed out, she didn’t have to tell them if she didn’t want to), and worse, claimed that I was threatening her sexuality by asserting mine, my parents told me it was a tiny problem. I had to move on.

Coming Out: The Dream [Part 1]

Love. Word of myriad meanings. Bride-love, body-love, mind-love. To feel connected, As though the monsoon-floor that loved me were to come alive, that the gravel would reach out and touch my knee. All different love.
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