One warm spring afternoon, Gaysi ended up in a room with the two phenomenal women from the movie Qissa - Tillotama Shome and Raskia Duggal.
A short email interview with Vinay Chandran, festival director of the recently concluded Bangalore Queer Film Festival (BQFF).
A bunch of us were drinking at the Dhaba near college. It was a girls’ night out.
Qissa, a masterful indictment of patriarchy, plays with complex notions of displacement and loss of identity.
How I longed to have the guts to ask her for her number. But all I manage to say is, “I’ll see you around sometime”.
I love my intuitions, love impulsions, and also thrive on it. I owe the most beautiful experiences of my life to my emotional self.
Nil Nirjane (or Vacation Blues) is set in a resort on the outskirts of Kolkata. Six individuals – Aman and Jaya (a couple), Mou and her father and Reshmi and her mother are vacationing in the resort.
Wherever you are, but to say ‘wherever’ would be incorrect, I do know where you are.
They call India a democracy – where the men in power are ‘representatives’ of the society, where people can speak their minds, where people are ‘free’ – to do what they like, when they like it.
Aabha is really tensed to ring the bell at her own home. She has been standing in front of her door from past half an hour, mustering courage to face whatever happens, when that door is opened.
Sexual orientation is a natural thing, homosexuality is as natural as heterosexuality. This choice is a personal preference and not any body’s business.
For a very long time, the genre of romance did not exist for me. Then about three months ago, I came across Radclyffe's book.
I soon found out my "girlish" friend was gay. I was cool with it. It explained what was wrong with him. Little did I know how “wrong” I was.
Is he a boy or a girl.
A half woman, not man enough.
She is faking it, he is not for real
They is not themselves.
There's this sloppy road a favorite of mine that's where I decided to start.
All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
I wonder who I am now. Gay? Or did I think I was one. Am I Straight? Or did I learn to think that I am supposed to be someone over these eight years.
I want to kiss your scars till they close,
fold under your impossibly warm skin that turns freezing cold
as soon as the first hit of Delhi winter creeps under my quilt.
After what seemed like eternity my body calmed down, her lips were still kissing me.
The recent episode of Satyamev Jayate, ‘Accepting alternate sexualities’, which aired on the 19th of October, 2014 led to a myriad of debates.