My younger brother was out to a holiday party, and my parents asked me to come sit with them. I was assuming they wanted to watch an old Malayalam movie with me or something, but in retrospect that would have been the less torturous option. Instead, my parents wanted to discuss my “lesbian tendencies”. I’m beginning to think my dad should copyright the phrase “lesbian tendencies” for usage by future homophobes/jerks.
Screening of queer movies '1977' and ' More than a friend' followed by a discussion to be led by members of LABIA (Lesbians And Bisexual In Action).
This is an attempt to create awareness and sensitize people about queer issues which are so rarely if at all talked in public. It is also an initiative to mobilize people to participate in the Queer Azadi March, Mumbai 2011.
Begin 2011 with an all New and Vibrant Q-SPOT party (@Banana Bar, Linking Road, Khar West, Mumbai *Hotel New Castle, entrance is from the side of Only Parathas*) 4th January (TUESDAY) 9PM onwards. People, you have guessed it right, this is the new and improved avatar of the infamous Queer Nights at Banana Bar
We can always sit back and pass judgement on how it should have been organised or could have been organised and what was wrong with it and how other places do it better. Or - we could make ourselves useful and actually contribute towards making this a successful and happy march.
I have suffered all my life, staying in the closet, hiding who I am. I cant do that anymore, so I said no to the policy. As of today, I don't have a relationship with my family. I still hope my folks will come around or at least meet me in the middle someday.
It appeared perfectly straightforward. I thought "Heck, I read every single thing on Gaysi , I am just going to pick all my posts as the best." Apparently, my co-author on this piece [In heart & spirit only, I assure you] Rashmi, had the same 'diabolical idea'. Her exact words were "I am sure you will do a great job!
Nervously, I rubbed the baking soda and water mixture into my scalp and rinsed it out with diluted lemon juice. I was surprised that the kitchen supplies actually cleaned my hair. After getting dressed I rinsed my face with the rose and honey face wash I had made the night before. I was so proud of myself, but very amused by the whole routine.
It’s been about six months since I have known Kreacher and for most part I have been chasing Kreacher for what seems like eternity now (in reality, about three months). But my attempts at trying to snog Kreacher have been disastrous so far. This post therefore is my attempt at chronicling Love (not in the time of Cholera) but in the times of the Twenty Ten.
For those of you who have been reading the trials and tribulations of Razorsharp Rolzie during the past two weeks, today’s post is a sharp departure from the usual light banter about the Pandus in my life and my eternal pursuit for the elusive Mr. Right. This post is about acceptance, coming out and the whirlwind of emotions that in encompasses.
An anonymous person messaged all my batch mates in college that I was lesbian. This was then forwarded to everyone I knew as part of a news flash message campaign by my batch mates. A poll along with my photograph was also put up on the orkut page of my college to vote if I was lesbian or not.
Follow the adventures of first time author, Vrushali Telang as she navigates a perilous journey through a world where any pitfall in love, career, marriage or self-esteem boils down to one problem... It is the grandeur that is you.
It was a jubilant warm November afternoon. More than 3000 colorful people, irrespective of their gender identity, participated in the march, and danced like crazy to the beats of ‘dhol’. Last year, I felt alienated amongst them but this time I felt like I belonged there. It felt right. Though I wonder if there is really a change in the perception. There were not many people wearing masks or veils. Many were open with big smiles to the shutter of the thousand cameras.
Dr.Dilbag's clinic has a team of "qualified" and "professional" Ayurvedic and Homeopathic doctors, who can cure homosexuality and other sexual problems. They have branches in Delhi and Amritsar (Gaysis from Delhi, please see what these guys are upto).
Unfortunately doctors like Dilbag are not a rarity. Unethical medical practices, including conversion therapies, are prescribed and administered by several qualified doctors across India. These doctors let their personal belief systems and judgments get in their way of offering proper medical advice, and claim a person's sexual orientation can be changed.
The theme of this month’s first public meeting is Queering Bollywood. We’re going to discuss about all the Indian Queer elements in the mainstream Bollywood movies and we hope to have interactive session and going beyond textual analysis of cinema, and making it a creative and fun filled meeting, thus discussing YOUR SAY about the portrayal of queers in Indian cinema.
As soon as we walked in we were surrounded by a world of some beautiful and some not so beautiful men (euphemism for ugly). They were there in all shapes, colors and sizes. And it was undoubtedly a celebration of physical perfection. You had to preen, pout, parade and of course pray that you were not missed by the hunk you were gazing at while sipping on some terrible house wine. Thankfully for me, after being offered BJs from complete strangers (which statistically can be broken down to 15% flattering and 85% grossing out at the same time) and being ass pinched for the 70th time (bum still raw and healing after that night of pinching- nope you perv. nothing else happened!), I met an old acquaintance, lets call him Hardy Boy.
SalvationStar & Time Out Mumbai welcomes DJ Wilbur (resident DJ of Hi Lounge) to come and spin his magic once again with his brand of the hottest music from around the world. Dance the night away to his legendary music mixes ranging from Nu-Disco / Electro-Pop / Bollywood /Tribal-House and the hottest GAY GROOVES from some of the most happening gay clubs in Europe.
Get comfortable in your own skin this weekend as you watch a sizzling hot romantic movie on a big projector screen, munching on your favourite snacks and looking forward to a relaxing afternoon.
In this two part article, art historian and curator Sharmistha Ray recounts the story of Raqib Shaw, an Indian-born gay artist who is on the fast track to becoming an international star.