Lord knows how many times I have used this line, but there is something about you. Really. Believe me. There is. Not that there wasn’t something about G, T, L, …
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Here’s a story upside down. Expect drama but don’t be surprised that the usual suspects are missing.
Congratulations gay people. We’ve arrived. If someone bullies or intimidates us and we take our lives as a result of their douche-bagery, we can rest assured that they will be convicted of bias-intimdiation and possibly, sentenced harshly. And in the case of Dharun Ravi, also face deportation to a country that he probably does not remember. I hope everyone is happy that justice has been served.
For the most part South Asians are not the most comfortable talking about sex and sexuality. Is it because we aren’t having any? Funny, I didn’t think the Kama Sutra was for coffee table reading, nor did I think that population of India surpassed a billion through abstinence. Yet we shy away from these discussions, push them into a category of shame and turn a blind eye.
The years, on my face, they made a map,
And you wonder why I’m always black.
You never asked what I’ve seen,
For the scars, they told you where I’d …
She was all things Grey. In between a yes and no, unsure of left or right, in nor out. The only thing fun about all this was that she was never bored. The inner arguments and the vacillations kept her occupied for hours. Sometimes days. Free of guile and pretenses, what you saw was what you wished you got. But she seldom gave in. intimidating only if you didn’t know her, but then you never really could know her, for she didn’t want to be known. But one day, every thread was unraveled, un-done until all that remained was nothing.
It is easy to plan the “perfect date,” but it is hard to have the perfect date. To me a perfect date isn’t about what we do but rather about how we do it. The best dates are the ones that organically plan and reveal themselves.
I have planned and been on of lot of dates that were meant to be “perfect” and usually everything that could possibly go wrong did. I’m pretty low maintenance but my perfect date is all about the feeling behind it and who it is with – not what the date is.
All the trials and tribulations made me a stronger Indian woman. Despite all the clichés people may associate with pageants and the idea of feminine Desi women, through Miss India I was able to stand proudly as a dignified, educated, Indian woman who understands how my heritage and culture empowers my identity. As time goes on, there is an increasing visibility for feminine lesbians. Sometimes people are less likely to assume we are gay because of stereotypes associated with gay women.
Two months later, after many sleepless nights and hard work devoted to the project and teaching everything I knew about sexual variance to my group members, the presentations began. The first group presented theirs on Media, Sex, and Violence. Interestingly enough, they quoted Homosexuality to be one of the “main negative effects” of media today, because it “projects it as positive, when it’s clearly an abnormality.” They also talked about how the APA (American Psychological Association) still views homosexuality as a mental disorder (which in fact has not been the case since 1973), and how it was sad that the media was propagating that it was normal.
My Blog is fairly new and since I’m so busy with studies these days, I don’t really get a chance to update it as often as I’d like and thus publicize it. This is the reason I haven’t really faced any opposition to my blog posts yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time. I have faced a lot of opposition to my “public” posts on Facebook regarding homosexuality. They’ve always been very Islam-centric, and talking to them at a time when I wasn’t too familiar with what the Quran said on these topics, wasn’t the smartest thing to do. But I suppose it all turned out well since it made me do a lot more research and get familiar with what the Quran says and find more liberal interpretations of the only verse in the Quran that talks about homosexuality.
Editor’s note: In our New Year post, we promised to bring new views and stories from our brethren in the subcontinent, outside India. A new contributor, Rangeelidastan interviews Sadaf Mujeeb, a young Pakistani activist and straight ally, exclusively for Gaysi Family. Sadaf describes herself as a rights activist which “includes but is not limited to, Human Rights; LGBT rights, religious and ethnic minority rights, and women rights, and of course non-human animal rights”. Rangeelidastan says, “Despite the numerous pressures Sadaf has had to face, she is steadfast in her support for LGBT rights. Her determination to do what is right and change mindsets through facts and reasoning are inspirational for all LGBT/human rights activists everywhere.”
Just like regular decent people, homophobes come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they’re hard to spot, because they’re masquerading as tolerant. But fear not, dear readers…because my homophobe-spotter is just as sharp as my ‘gaydar’. You will soon be able to spot these types from a mile away and avoid the frustration of enduring an ignorant conversation.
Come on my queer,
Get in gear.
Gay prides just a month away,
Through the streets we want to play.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch,
Doesn’t mean you need to get your panties in a bunch.
I had set my eyes on his graying hair, met his wandering eyes, been the recipient of his smile a long time back. Little did I know that I would …
Three little words
“Time and space”
Justify immediate exits
With a touch of grace
“It’s about me…not you”
Another favourite – so true
To soften the blow
‘Cause they …
It was after her fifteenth birthday that she realised there was something a little different about her. All her friends seemed to have changed – they dressed better, seemed more …
I miss the days of my childhood, when everything and everyone was so carefree.My friend Anubhav and I used to get together with the other boys from the colony and …
When ten year old boyish looking Laure moves to a suburb east of Paris, she feels lonely as she does not know anyone of her age, among the children playing in the sun outside. Till one day, she meets the cute neighbourhood girl Lisa, who is of the same age. Somehow Lisa mistakes Laure to be a boy and when Lisa asks ‘his’ name, Laure says “Michael”!
When tears don’t flow
And all is trapped
All you feel is numb
And nothing else
Paralyzed with pain
All that flashes is the past
When tears don’t flow…
Nora & Solveig, a young lesbian couple go on a hike through snow-covered, starkly beautiful mountain to rediscover their love and rebuild their relationship. As the two women in bright orange parkas trek up the ragged blue cliffs with wind and snow blowing into their faces, many harsh truths tumble out.