I walked out of the ‘closet’ into the broad sunshine with a nice shiny bright rainbow full of promises, there was no looking back!
The Stree is right here - as a peer, as a shoulder, and as someone who might have possibly walked in the same (pinching) shoes as you.
We take a rick, run up the stairs home and get into the flat, lock the door and start taking clothes off – and man, the clothes just came off in an instant.
In our collective post valentine's haze, I think back on times in my life that embodied romance and I suppose the keycard is one of my favorite stories.
I wanted to write about a bisexual Indian woman because bisexuality is hardly given any air time in the discourse of LGBTQI matters .
Contemplating my next selfie. Wondering if Kalki Koechlin had an opinion on brightly colored pants... And that's when I saw you.
Coming out for both bisexuals and asexuals is a parallel process to coming out as gay, lesbian or transgender.
For when we played doctor,
All diseases big and small,
Cured by nudging and tugging on our privates
Ah! Simplicity of that time and age.
Four types of Lesbians you are bound to meet at Mumbai Pride Parade 2014.
While discovering us you suddenly seemed to have moved on,
Conflicted was the word you bombarded me with,
As I sat there wondering where I had slipped,
Many people are bisexual and bisexuality cuts across distinctions of race/ethnicity, gender identity, age, class, ability, and religious affiliation.
In the aftermath of the 377 ruling, you can how tell the Supreme Court who you are and what you think of Section 377 directly via postcard.
Short and sharp lashes that define clear whites and soft browns. Taut skin unsullied by daily mowing. Fluffy, fluffy hair.
For me personally self acceptance was never a problem, so I wanted to go beyond the coming out + acceptance formula.
I SWORE AND CUSSED LIKE A SAILOR. I ROLLED UP MY ALREADY SHORT SLEEVES AND SWORE TO INFLICT MISERY ON THOSE IN MY WAY TO RE-DE-CRIMINALIZATION.
A lot can be done, Mr Subramanian – Instead, you choose to sit on the sidelines and just ask for us to ‘wait for the right time to come’.
Apparently my vagina, your penis and our assholes are under the authority and scrutiny of the Indian Government. But of course… It’s natural I guess.
Today I am an item of undesired and wrong prejudices. Some tell what is right for me and some tell me what is wrong.
Today, the Indian in me is shaken, betrayed and very alone. Shall I go back to a country where I have to justify my need to love?
I woke up on the morning of the 11th of December with the pain of being branded with these triangles on my bare body: I am the homosexual; I am the criminal; I am an Indian.