A mere 5 days after the Supreme Court ruling, something amazing happened that gave me hope and courage.
Send us an email with a copy of your act and become infamous.
The past 7 days have only reinforced my faith in the Indian mindset.
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.
I break up with India, because otherwise she will break up with me. And where's the self respect in that?
This post tracks all the events, happenings online, offline around the world in response, in reaction, in anger - So you can stay on top of what's going on.
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?
This Global Day of Rage is being organised by queer Indians, the queer India diaspora, queer people of all countries, our supporters, relatives and friends.
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.
Sub : The Effect Of Your Incompetence On My Life
11-12-13 is a BLACK day in the face of humanity, liberty and freedom, at least in the world's so called largest democratic nation, India.
I'm gay. I'm quite sure of it and I'm quite gay about it. Men and their crotches are fascinating. Why wouldn't they be ?
We were especially thrilled when we woke up this morning to not one but two amazing press features on The Gaysi Zine.
Harsh and Varun, the founders came up with it when we needed a catchy name. A name people can remember.
Are you gay, lesbian, straight? What if you are neither and are unsure, confused and or questioning where you fit in today’s labelled environment?
Blackberry rings. Demands attention
The head spins, the body tired and spent
An evening of fun, games and some light hearted competition! Think you’re the champ of Pong?
Circa 2008. The Gaysi Family was born out of heartbreak, serendipitous collaboration and an acute vacuum in the Indian consciousness of queer emotion. Since its humble beginnings as a blog ( if you are really curious, take a trip back into the past here ), Gaysi has come a long way.
He’s in an open relationship, he tells me after an hour’s worth of banter- ‘flirty insults that we throw at each other’.