Gaysi: The Gay Desi - Yes, we're legal!

I have never broken up with anyone before. I have always been dumped. Even if I did do the dumping, I don’t think I have the chutzpah to carry it off. I would probably end up feeling sorely guilty. “What if I made a big mistake? What if this was my soul mate? I have to call him before he moves on.. I must undo it”. Yeah, that’d be me. I want to know what its like to feel free after a break up. I want to know what each of my boyfriends must have felt when they dumped me. What does it feel like to feel free? What is it like to be fishing for the other minnow in that proverbial big sea? What is it like to see your ex’s number flashing on your phone and casually clicking on “reject” with the same disdain you reserve for a telemarketer? How does one see a familiar name in the email and not have butterflies in the stomach? What does it feel like to hear a song you’ve have always played while you made out?

I could tell you how I feel.

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And it looks to be a Gay one this year.

“We toyed with the idea (of queer-friendly cards) for two or three years but unfortunately the law criminalising gays and lesbians stopped us,’’ said Youhan Aria, head of corporate communications, Archies Ltd. “With the high court order as well as the rising social acceptance of the lesbian and gay community in the country, we felt that the time was just right to launch the cards.’’ The response has been positive, says Aria, with franchisees eager to stock the cards in their stores. [TOI]

Not that I am much of a V Day fan…ah well its more like the Jackal and Grapes story…with no guess who the Jack is here. But yeah, its great to see visible positive outcomes  from the recent IPC 377 ruling.

So here’s wishing all a very Happy Valentines from the Gaysi clan. And to those non-believers, just remember, there’s always another year.

[Picture Source : Hindustan Times]

Amusing, no doubt. But a harsh reality of the times we live in. Now if only love could be a little more appealing. 

This recent post on Gaysi by Chicklet has got me thinking about a conversation I had some time ago with a very good friend of mine. We were generally chitty-chatting about our current partners (yes…shoot me), when somewhat out of context she remarked – “At least I know with her all can be sorted in bed”.

Now I consider myself a very sexual person. Yes, the sorts who regard sexual chemistry much higher than…let’s say one’s intellectualness. But I do believe that matters of importance….issues which require serious attention…should to be sorted outside the bed room and not init.

The sole reason being; there’s no real communication (sorry Missy, Oooosss and aahsss don’t exactly fall under this category). A discussion over sex is more like turning a blind eye and telling the heart “Aal izz well”. Yet many of us continue to follow this trend of replacing conversation with sex.

Fucked up no? And yours truly at times is no different.

Anyway without beating around the bush (no pun intended), tell me Ladies and let’s be honest here how many of you out there use sex as way of getting out of serious one-on-one talk with their partner. Or who’s been in a situation where in their partner’s response to “We need to talk!” has only ended up in pinning the other in bed.

How does it feel to be in a closet? To be invisible? How does it feel to not have a voice? To be called a joke, a threat, a freak?  Disconcerting, isn’t it? That’s why I keep insisting, we should move and must settle outside India. A place where we can live without fear & prejudice.

But, I do not wish to choose the life of an exile! We will carve our own little niche, here, in this very country.

How can you not understand me? I want us to be more than just “living together”. I want access to all basic human rights. I want us to have a family, kids, dogs, you and me, darling. I want all this and much more for us. Uff! I wish I could make you see the future I envisage for us.

Oh ho baby, I would want to raise our kids here, in India.

Don’t be funny, it would be no different there.

It would be. I wouldn’t even know how to relate to my own child! I would be an alien to the language, education system and to the very world they would be growing in! No matter how much I learn of that culture; it would never be enough. We will always remain aloof from each other.’

But aren’t we responsible adults? We will give them a quality life, a well deserved life. I will really try hard to make it all work, I promise. Please, help me with this.

Really? And how would they relate to the historical evidence of our reality? Don’t you see there is just so much more to you and me than what our eyes can see? It would be like leading a split life.

I don’t want to exist between lines.

We always will… No matter which side of the line we are.

[At the risk of being shunned by the MNS bullies, we present to you a poem on Mumbai Bombay by our resident author, Chicklet. We are Gay and therefore invincible.]

She bought me my first Irish coffee
In Bombay.
People in a rush all the time
In Bombay
History of past , present and future already merging
In Bombay
can’t trust your stomach with street food
In Bombay
Loud clubs, intimate passengers in local trains , sand and the sea
In Bombay
Surprising rains , old chariot at gateway of India
In Bombay
You have to take chances when crossing a road
In Bombay
Can be a fool for lesser things
Only in Bombay
Maddening traffic , bumpy roads, faraway destinations
In Bombay
Fanaticism , undefined energy , greasy poles for rat race, lovers everywhere
in Bombay
But for me its the city where she bought me my first Irish coffee. Yep, in Bombay !