Films of love and laughter for the LGBTQ community and friends. (Detailed synopsis of films, cast and crew, awards etc. at http://freedomcollection.wordpress.com/)
QueerCampus India was started as a collective, with the aim of providing a support space for queer youth. Over time we have formed some alliances with colleges and members will be conducting sexuality trainings. The primary aim of the group however is to create a bi-weekly meeting space for queer youth, where they can feel free to express themselves, talk about sexuality, coming out, relationships, the colleges they attend and so on.
The book is an autobiography by Revathi, a transwoman from a small village near Namakkal, TamilNadu who talks about her upbringing, despair, struggle in the sex community and eventually as a social activist working for Sangama in this fascinating book. She weaves through a story that I can only believe is and should be untrue to every individual. At times, I cried for her - reading about the things that she had to put up with in her life, and selfishly for myself because of the struggle I did not have to go through.
I have had some friends tell me that this queer stuff isn’t so important to them, and with some friends it’s when they don’t tell me anything about queer issues and that’s how I know it isn’t important to them.
Well, in general, some say that one should focus on their own thing because no one will do anyone else’s dirty work for them. I guess that’s a big gulp to gulp for me because I’m a social work student and I take great pride and joy in wanting to help people and help myself.
He asked a direct question, and got a direct ‘yes’! Next thing I know, he wrote a mail to the Director about allotting batches, and addressed me as ‘Mridul’ and ‘he’ (since all my papers are in my formal name and designated gender, that’s how all my new employers always begin knowing me). The Director just asked a handful of questions about how comfortable I would be, getting officially addressed as Mridul and Sir (by students), and when he saw me confident – he just sent out a mail telling everyone about my decision and that he expected matured cooperation from all!
Where am I? What just happened? I don’t understand. I clenched my fists, pressed them into the bed and sat up straight. I ran my hand over my sweat-soaked face. Raghu went into the kitchen and got me a glass of water. I drank slowly, and splashed a little onto my face.
“Are you OK?” Raghu asked, holding my hands.
“Hmm,” I said, standing. I walked into the bathroom and turned the tap on. I collected the cold water in my cupped hands and washed my face. I went back out and put on my winter coat. “I’m going out for a walk, can you please watch the baby?”
God loves hair. And God loves wankers. And God loves homosexuals. And if he doesn’t, all he needs to do is read Vivek Shraya’s book. I was lying on an air mattress in Broom’s beautiful little flat (do I sound too much the little girl when I say I love what she has, and want that sometime?
My parents have had to pay to put three children through University (in different countries) as well as pay for the expenses that go with me having an increasingly severe disability. And obviously we sometimes like to celebrate our new, more comfortable lifestyle by going on vacations, but it is not always as indulgent since we are not accustomed to doing vacations. We have to be so much more careful, and this always reminds me of how I need to prepare myself for my inevitably poor future.
I’ve got nothing against Oprah in general, but her advice was for moms of young teenagers, not for moms of twenty-somethings. The entirety of my mom’s “sex talk” that she gave me back in the day was “why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” And while I appreciate Mom's efforts, honestly, now it’s too little, too late, and basically irrelevant. Mom-type sex-talks tend to be targeted at straight sex, after all.
*Editor’s Note : This is NOT Fiction.
telling my mom-in-law that i love her son.
when i heard you maa.
i was really scared.
i dint know what to do,…
Reality shows and their viability, we shall leave for another time. But for now, let’s talk about Bigg Boss Season 4 and the eviction of Ali Saleem, better known as Begum Nawazish Ali. Now I understand I may have lost a few readers at the mention of Bigg Boss.
While I acknowledge we have ‘bigger issues’ to deal with, it’s worth taking a pause and flirting with the more flippant subject.
Join us for a discussion on 'coming out'! Share your understanding of this term, your experience of being 'out' or bring along any relevant material in form of passages/poems/articles etc. that can offer a perspective on 'coming out'.
A very famous unbelievable incident is of King Chawda and King Solanki of Kaalri. It happened somewhere in A.C. 746 to 942 and is fabled to be true. Historical evidences to prove this incident are not available, but 5 mentions have been made of it; ‘Solanki na garba’, ‘Bhsvaai sangrah’, ‘Bahuchar maa na vesh ma’, great creations of poet Shaamal and devotee Vallabh Bhatt.
Not before I was sure myself. I am a survivor of child sexual abuse, so linked my sexuality to abuse, so was confused for a long long time. Though I felt sexual towards men, I never acknowledged myself as gay. Finally, I tried having a one night stand with a woman, but it didn't stand. That's when I realized that I should stand up for what I feel innately without attributing it to anything. I didn't want to live a life that the world wants me to. I didn't want to live a lie.
Open Mic: Perform to the Queer Word!
I’m a gaysi, through and through. I love my girlfriend as much as I love tandoori chicken. And I love that I no longer need to try and justify both of those aspects to myself – I fully accept and love myself. It’s just that sometimes I wish there were an instruction manual on how to do this. In a culture that (still!) can’t even talk with their daughters about heterosexual relationships, how do you bring up being queer? When everyone you know is a “didi”, a “bhaiyya”, an “aunty”, or an “uncle”, regardless of blood-ties, how on earth do you even begin to tell your giant Indian family?
I always thought it wouldn't be too tough for me to come out at my current workplace. Yes, there will be the initial weirdness followed by the weirdness while visiting the restrooms but largely it is a very professional environment and people respect each other and gossip less, at least not very apparently. Given there are statutes against discrimination and the firms in my geographical area are fairly diverse, coming out should not be a big surprise to my company - at least not to the HR and executives.
Queer Ink presents the first in a series of offline events: Qi Book Fair @Gulabi Adda. Over 300 titles in the Queer genre of fiction, non-fiction: romance, erotica, biography, anthologies, culture & history, etc. Books for LGBTQI, cross-dressers, young adults and for families.