A lot of people have questioned my gender identity. I have a rather dominant masculine exterior which is often mistaken for me wanting to be a man.
She calms me,
Like the ocean after a life in the harsh desert.
I touch her and the pulse paints a vivid picture,
In my inward eye, she’s my Austen and my Kahlo.
I was confused for the longest time because I used to think that there are just gay boys/girls and heterosexual boys/girls. I did not know about bisexuality until class 9th.
first time I put a dress on
no, not a dress shirt!
it had polka dots and flower pots
a ribbon at the back
to accentuate the waist
or cut lunch some slack
The closet was made
Of charming mahogany
Made with the blood
Of a conservative household
Sacrifices of the heartless
Where we actually are in the UK; part hiding, part free – looking over our shoulder before we kiss. As I glanced back at the other people in the cinema, a million miles away from us… fear someone would see me cuddling a girl was acute.
The documentary opens with a note stating photography and videography are strictly prohibited on the metro. Yet the first shot reveals metro doors filmed from the inside, and from then on we are always and already on forbidden territory.
She touches you
and it feels like
the comfort of raindrops
singing on a sweltering night
mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.
Nodding to people I am not listening
In front of her, I dream of her
Every year, she needed a nudge into Christmas. Although the parents simply adored their only child’s youthful, resolute enthusiasm for Christmas festivities, and went along with her every step of the way on all the ridiculously elaborate menus she planned (and more), they did it more for her, she knew.
For Hayle, a few swipes helped her find a home that can be carried around like a favourite cuddly blanket of comfort around the world.
of long-lost diaries
pages spilled with secrets
for me to devour.
Our is our first user sent Tinder story!
While questioning my gender and understanding the ‘concepts’ of masculinity and femininity only came to me years later, that was an eye-opener for me.
No red, no yellow, no grey,
How do hearts actually beat;
When we say goodbye?
The art within these walls and stairwells has already found its ways into art collections and audience’s homes and offices. Finally, there is room to breathe. Me We provides that, and raises the bar for LGBTQ art exhibits.
Screams the news,
Of her love letter to her
Where words bared their souls;
While clothed in desire.
I remember how I used to incorporate my creativity to my exhibitionism, a different scene every time, from coming out in balcony in towel to hang my underwear for drying in sun and dropping my towel by mistake to playing in torn underwear from front and back, I tried all.
In the process of sorting through blurry, old memories and trying to over-analyse them, I found the answer in a game that most of us played when we were kids, “Ghar Ghar”.
The presence of someone queer has always been powerful. This is not just because the individual is or was powerful, but also because the difference that they bring to the standard ways of life.