We’d gathered in this tiny AC-ed room, my queer and otherwise friends, engaged in the taxing art of small talk. ‘Can’t do it,’ one of us points out emphatically, ‘my flatmates are,’ significant gap, knowing looks, and then one notch lower, ‘lesbians. And they hate men.’
The weekend is here and honestly I don’t want to be thinking about Gaysi. For once. No seriously off late the women in my life are complaining. They need my attention and so in the name of social service I say it’s time my knickers stops here...and goes offline. But I promise to be back before you say the word “boo”....well not literally.
However a sexy editor is gotto do what she’s gotto do, and so here’s a quick re-cap of some headliners from the Queer world this week.
What I think is… if one is dating then one is definitely in a relationship, whether it is an open or a committed one! And if you are dating someone, is it really right to call yourself single because in reality you are involved emotionally/physically with someone?
Initially, I thought I was being a feminist – given that my initial journey was always cocooned and protective and had many rules of no coming home late, always being escorted and yes, always being given money when I needed. The payoff, I realized, many years later was high. It meant listening to rules somebody else had then set – in return for the protection and the financial backing parents/spouse provided.
My parents, on the other hand, were overjoyed that their daughter found a partner that they wouldn’t have to hide from the Indian community. You’d think him being white, an atheist, and having a kid would be the typical Indian parent’s nightmare, but all that seems like nothing compared to the possibility of me being with a woman… well not completely “nothing”.
Fabulis appears to sit on top of the Facebook framework (it requires a Facebook account to login) and works more like an extended application than a network in itself. I guess this has its advantages since Facebook is an Internet phenomenon now and anybody who is anybody is on it (or is that Twitter, again?).
In the month of September, Bombay Dost Sunday High will bring to you Award Winning and Audience Favourite films from the hugely successful and popular KASHISH – Mumbai International Queer Film Festival 2010.
Having been married (to a man) and then going through a traumatic divorce, I know first hand that marriage does not in any way, shape or form guarantee 'happily ever after'. So do I still want the right to marry? The short answer is: Yes.
The author talks about his new book, as how art and activism are the 2 sides of the same coin and how his "gayness" or rather the reflection of the "gay love story" which is dealt with in this novel has been marketed thus placing the art form related to his creativity and the literature in the background.
*Based on partially true events
6 years later…
The Present: London. I was tired. A red eye flight from Chicago had me running on two hours of sleep. The past …
How does indeed, a writer translate ‘chanchal chitwan’ into English (my friend’s example) and still convey the playfulness, the sensuality, the innocence and everything else that that phrase conveys?
What you have here is a simple interweaving of different projects such that there arises a dialogue, one that continues to engage Fabien.
Funny in a time when the ever so resourceful internet is easily accessible on your cheapest mobile handset, we choose to remain so damn ignorant. And so for the betterment of such ignorant readers (be grateful and send some good karma my way), I shall use this space for some valuable Lubee education.
I kept thinking, “What’s wrong with him? Why doesn’t he say, I know that you are gay.” He just sat there looking at me and finally I just said it. “Because I am gay.” And his mouth fell open. I was actually shocked that he hadn’t figured it out already.
I arrived at my destination just as the place was packing (puns un/intended). In through the door comes Queer Guy… Queer Guy… Queer Guy…Straight Woman…Queer Guy…Straight Woman... Queer Guy…Lesbian! ..No wait, that was a Queer Guy too…. Straight Guy + Straight Woman… Straight Woman + Straight cousins from out of town…. Queer guy who’s Lesbian cousin did not come…. My fate was sealed.
"Why not? Why do you think we have a P.T. period? You cannot simply sit through it,” he said, and then blew his whistle to call the captains of both the teams.
“Guys, take Kumar on one of your teams,” he said to both the captains.
“Oh! He is a Pottai * sir. I don't want him in my team,” One of them said.
“Yes sir! He is such a Ombodhu *. He can’t play,” said the other one.
The story was originally published in Tamil in Thinnai magazine.
So I have a love-hate relationship with breasts. Mine included! There are days, I wish I wasn’t quite as plump and there are days, I wonder whether I would look better if I was bigger! The first time I wore a strappy tube top, I kept tugging at it for the fear my top would fall down. When I looked at Pooja Bhatt baring it all many years ago on the cover of Movie magazine, I looked twice. When I discovered, I was gay – I spent time dealing with pretty much everything and breaking long held dreams and stereotypes.
Azaad Bazaar presents Book Reading with acclaimed author R.Raj Rao of his new book Hostel Room 131.
In many ways I am thankful to have the family that I do. My father seems indifferent about who I date, and just doesn’t like to talk about feelings. However, although my mother wasn’t the most supportive person when I came out of the closet, I truly believe that she did her best considering her place in this world. She didn’t even consider disowning me, and I acknowledge that as a privilege because I have seen friends (desi and non-desi) struggle with the fear of being disowned for going against their parent’s wishes.