Everyone was in their dormitory but loud whispers in the dark carried out through the hostel corridors. The warden had just retired to her room, and from there she bellowed out names, calling for silence. And I? I was there watching you. I was perched on the bathroom slab; of marble, cold and flat. I remember that. I sat on it unflinching still because I couldn’t allow myself to seem fragile. You had just finished washing your undergarments, and were slowly clipping them up to dry at the other end of the washroom.
I had read a lot of Urdu poetry and prose from this time for my 2012 book Gender, Sex and the City, and had discovered that several major writers from Lucknow, Agra and Delhi (but also one from Hyderabad) wrote in the same range of tones and with equal ease about female-female, female-male, and male-male erotic relationships, as well as about all kinds of friendships, including female-male non-sexual friendships.
The journey we’re leading will always be riddled with hurdles and more often than not, we’re going to find ourselves at odds with our own thoughts. So today, I write to you solely with the intention of letting you know that it’s okay, everything you’re feeling is okay.
I was 14 years old the first time I came out. I was scared and dreading the fact that my then partner’s parents were going to ‘out’ me to my father. I came home prepared to end my life and wrote a letter to my father explaining how I had kissed a girl and her parents had made me feel fear for feeling what I felt!
The kiss is returned tentatively, but Gee returns it just the same. She finds the ball of boldness in her to do it.
As our friendship developed, we felt transported to our own magical world; where, in being our true selves, there was no denying the powerful energy connecting us to and the love we had for each other.
For you made my world a little happier,
Made my heart a little full
Made my life a little brighter,
Love used to be a mouthful.
Tae would always watch, after her husband left for the day and the house was quiet. Empty. Lonely. She would simply watch. They would not meet; they would not talk.
I always say that before I met Spoorthy, I did not understand what love was. Her love changed me, my anger, Casanova-nature, rudeness, and my all-time decision of not marrying anyone. I never used to believe in any relationships and always said that money could buy anything and everything. Her love taught me to smile, care for everyone, listen to others, and give other chances too.
Our first date was a dinner that lasted 3.5 hours; we were both amazed by how easily the conversation flowed and that our interests, values, and humour aligned so well.
She ignores my remark and continues to dream about her second daughter marrying an upper caste boy and raise sons. The last time I let the truth slip out, she laughed it off as a cruel joke.
Alice Wu, who makes a return to the world of writing and directing after fan-favourite “Saving Face” says that she deliberately wanted to set this story in a small town, because she had been researching about Trump and wanted to reach people in the red states, wanted to hope it might make them think twice about immigrant families or queer kids.
Terry was 22 years of age when she first met the 18 year old Pat on a skating rink, way back in the 40s. They immediately connected in a time that was not open at all to the idea of LGBTQ people as legitimate members of society.
It was not until one month later that we decided to actually connect and say "hey". But from that one "hey", things just spiralled into this wonderful chaos and we found ourselves entangled and drowning in this insane attraction.
Sweeping pieces of my heart from under the bed, the table and shedding the bits that get stuck to the broom is old. But damn, it felt so much worse after us. Your complex cage set me free and returning to you felt better than seeing the world.
i picture myself as being a replica of her - a carbon copy
it makes me believe that i am exactly like her and often even confuses me
In only a few simple steps you can look like the lesbian you have always dreamt of being.
We decided to get married a few years after that and officially tied the knot in April of 2019. It was our one year wedding anniversary weekend recently and we didn’t think we’d be celebrating it in quarantine but we’re making the best of it!
The world has gone into an unpredictable and unprecedented lockdown period, and however cringe-y Four More Shots Please! is, it’s a relief to see places that aren’t the four walls of my modest apartment.
i watch her go, in awe of this mesmerising collage of her,
she turns, looking at me gasp at the sheer beauty of her,