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.
Now she was 34, married and dying. She had gone through a large part of her life living under the facade that was beginning to give way.
I miss her sometimes. It's like a sucker punch in one’s stomach.
She's a straight woman, and take it from me, impossible love isn't as romantic as it sounds.
Two people getting intimate on a park bench is not always what you think.
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Most people loved the monsoons but not Naina, she hated the humidity and dirty feel the city had when it poured continuously.
Should I tell you that the poem was created because I am a girl and sometimes, I fall in love with girls and often, I write about them?
So after my many misadventures with gay women in India, I decided to give men a chance.
“I like you. I really do. But I am not gay,” she says.
WHAT? But you just slept with me last night.
I regretted coming to the Gaysi Family's Read Out Loud (ROL) event almost instantly.
Only a week in Bombay was enough to make me really reconsider my parameters of fear.
And much to my surprise, I was informed that I was being set up with the friend of my girl friend’s friend.