In this paradise for Queers, the miniscule minority were the much-despised cis-heterosexual lot, who stubbornly believed the world was ideally just for Adam and Eve and proselytized a binary gender system enforced by ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns and suffocating monogamy.
I have been told to be less so many times – be less big, be less loud, be less intimidating, be less of so much. I have been less so many times.
Shyam and Bunty
Sucking on ripe mangoes,
And so, in the cool shade of the Gulmohar tree,
They bend and break their first ever rule.
An intellectual phenomenon, almost
Ready for you to stare at but never touch
And debate what these clothes mean, this hair, this skin, this nail hanging limply at the end of my
I'm openly Bisexual, and I hate that label. All labels, for that matter. Gender, as I've come to know, is abstract.
I wish I could have come out to you before you left. I wish I had just five more minutes with you, to tell you all about me.
One such hurdle I am currently trying to overcome, is understanding my sexuality. Most of us go through phases where we question or experience something unique in terms of relationships and the kind of love we accept.
The depiction of queer relationships in media works as an agent of social sexualization and is particularly more influential in the Indian society where sex is not discussed, even for educative purposes.
Pan (and bisexual) people are often subjected to violence both within and outside the community with words like ‘greedy’ attached to their choices of who to love. Not only is that hypocritical to say, it is also something we should all consciously fight.
Manifestations of internalized homophobia can include: denial of sexual orientation to oneself and others, attempts to alter or change one’s sexual orientation, discomfort with other gay people, unsafe sexual practices and other destructive risk-taking behaviours, including risk for HIV and other STIs.
Homoparental/queer families are creations of love just like any other family. They are made to support, to raise and to fall back on.
I stand still looking down at your hand holding the knife,
My body is trembling with fear but you want me to pay you with my life.
The spectators want me to plead for forgiveness in this time,
So forgive me, for I didn't know love was a crime.
A piece of adhesive
Of the colour red.
The scream of a woman -
“Chakka hai ki ladki?”
Her spectacled eyes
Upon my bindi.
This Lesbian Visibility Day, we're talking about how ‘surprising’ it is that two women end up together even though they’ve obviously been going out.
If the #MeToo movement has made anything clear is that people certainly need to gain a better understanding of what consent means, and what respecting your partner entails.
It is the trans community itself which has criticized the work severely, citing misrepresentation and misgendering of the community as well as the Meitei community in Manipur. They have called out the casteism, ableism, and the Brahminical overtones among other problematic elements.
Classrooms are supposed to be safe spaces that allow everyone to learn, socialize and innovate. Let me tell you that none of that applies to most classrooms.
Here are accounts of body shaming faced by queer desis in different walks of their lives with different people- some close, some not very close.
I placed the tray on the table between our chairs and handed Ma her cup. Her first sip was chased by a grunt. “There is ginger in this. I didn’t say I wanted ginger.” My mother never wanted ginger in her tea. My mother also never liked tea without ginger.
Growing up, my choice to be effeminate was not questioned, it was enforced, applauded, supported, reinforced.