On the evening of the rehearsals, we were told Urmi was having second thoughts about performing.
I like the idea that the film is not positioned as a "gay" film. Clever move, I say!
I like to believe that time will heal everything.
Black is apparently me after too much sun. My aunty in Bangalore asked, “Who’s going to marry you if you’re so black?”
Coming Out follows the inspiring stories of members of the LGBTQ community in India who have finally decided that they don't want to hide who they really are, or who they love.
I'm Gay. I have labelled myself. Gay. Labelling oneself can give one considerable power in the political sphere.
The first time they met, Min had been beating a man up with the heeled end of her stiletto.
Dedicated to the caged birds in this free country.
Hyderabad Pride March is taking place on for 21st February.
Did you know that as we age, we can experience physical and emotional changes that lead to intimacy issues?
She treads like a whiff of wind
Vandalizing scattered newspapers
Slithering over a dozen novels
Zipped boots and long skirt
Crop top and summer hat
Romila strains to find her cologne
Winter sighs at stark defiance.
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.
I don't like to be greedy between two books. I try to remain enveloped in the after mist for at least some time before picking up a new book.
Welcome to Tape -- an evening of metamorphosis where men become women and women become men and kings and queens walk among us.
Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete;
For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street.
We holding a conversation titled Boundary Breaking Graphic Arts in Queer India, which seeks to understand graphic as a space for performative text, and how the discourse of Queer is moving beyond the cauldron of Indian Queer Literature.
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.
Mumbai, INDIA, January 7, 2016 – Sharmistha Ray Studio is pleased to announce the sixth edition of BELEVUE SALONS for a conversation titled Pushing Boundaries: Design on the Edge on Wednesday, 13th January 2016 at 7.00 - 8.30pm at Tarq.
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.