At the macro level, Brinson postulated that the dominant social imaginary surrounding homosexuality changed twice in the U.S: from mental illness to deviant behavior between 1969 and 1974 and from deviant behavior to collective identity between 1987 and 1992.
Here’s a guide to coming out – as compiled from an amalgamation of my personal experience, the experiences of people I know, and some elementary research.
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, before sighing, "I just– I thought they'd call, I suppose. My parents. It's silly to hope, but I couldn't help it."
She spoke of songs, music, rock and Cobain
She spoke of boys, home, and love
now that the private is political
am i a liberal because i don't kink shame myself
or because i go around calling marx "karl daddy"
You like being around people – you like the way their hair curls when it grows too long, and the crinkles that make themselves at home around the corners of their eyes when they smile wide enough.
He felt completely at ease now and lay down comfortably. I sat down beside him and he promptly started showing me photos on his phone. The very first one he showed me was of his nephew – sister’s son – who was born that very day!
You are the object.
She comes and asks me who I am
Asks me to grip harder.
When the moon is unreachable
I push myself into the breachable
Her eyes feel my insides and suddenly
I am nobody.
Here are 8 things we can all do on Human Rights Day this year – and hopefully, continue to practise for the rest of the year.
You come in less than a minute after I do
But always after me
And I wish you'd stay for a while and talk about the day- your day with me
But the line goes dead soon after
It’s essential to account for the fact that a vast majority of queer individuals in India are born into humble middle-class backgrounds, thereby, restricting their ability to invest large amounts of money into gender neutral clothing or queer-specific products.
As a neurodivergent queer person, I have always had problems with sudden input of triggering content.
Jyothi and Purushi, artists from Aravani Art Project tell us how how they are proud to be more than the society's made-up versions of their worth.
This article has been drafted with inputs from Philip C. Philip, a Delhi-based genderqueer social activist who currently works with the Human Rights Law Network on transgender initiatives.
I sit in my room every day now
Waiting for your call
To hear an “i love you” from you
With ‘you’ being all of me.
This is the story of three little pigs,
One built a house of hay, and the other of twigs,
And the mightiest, most pompous of the three,
Built a house of bricks under a Banyan tree.
Two people came along that sparked off another incredible alchemy within me. A messy change that scooped the confetti off the ground and merrily tossed it into the air again.
As a cisgender person, I also know that representation of people with other gender identities is rare. As a writer, it is one of my responsibilities, I believe, to depict a diverse group of people and make them feel visible, something that a lot of us did not have at a younger age.
Intersex people spend a lot of their lives doing this emotional labor for others because they are inherently responsible to be born an error.
Gigantic, and covered in striped rainbow tiers,
The house was called, “Safe Space for Our Fellow Queers”
A wondrous haven, a serendipitous find,
Here, Gretel could love freely and Hansel could bind.