words said in silence
points still to be made, left on your fingertips
words that sweep me in your arms
It was a cold February afternoon when I first met The Girl. Three months later, my then husband & I decided to end what was left of our very unhappy …
“Where are you from, Raghu?” asked Kumar.
“I grew up in New Jersey,” replied Raghu. “My parents are originally from Chennai.”
“Oh! Nice. Do they live with you here?” I asked.
“Oh No! It is just me, my partner Rob and our daughter Kamala.”
“Rob??” I got confused.
“Yes. Rob. Robinson”
The story was originally published in Tamil in Thinnai and Thendral magazines.
I don’t like jumping to conclusions, but there’s one conclusion I’ve come to, based on my interaction with men in the 20-25 demographic. And what I’ve come to realise is that most men are either homosexuals or homophobes. Which is not to say that all straight men are homophobes or all pro-gay men are gay. But all my straight male friends have the same thing to say- “It’s hot when its two chicks. Two dudes getting it on is just gross.”
The circulating library concept seems to be one in vogue in the lesbian community: Case of few numbers, fewer single women and yes, off course the attraction of the forbidden. The first advice I got from my first lesbian friend who sat me down the night I came out to her was, “The lesbian world is very incestuous. So the first thing you have to learn is to be friends with your exes and your flings! We are just simply too few in numbers! Get ready for it.”
It was 8 o’clock and dark outside. There was no wind blowing and the body was tired from the run. That’s when it struck. The wave of longing. It suggested …
Here’s the question: Where is the community I'm seeking - the community I need - to find myself? Where was the community you needed when you sought yourself, in the space you inhabit (virtually) all the time?
We finally did it. We are famous. Fellow readers, it gives me immense pride to inform you that our beloved blog, Gaysi has managed to make it to the headlines of a leading daily. Yipppeeee!
Remember that scene from the L Word where Shane, Alice and Helena are running around with gaydar guns, seeing if they can figure out Jenny’s orientation? Since then, I’ve always wished I had one of them. I have always, always have crushes on straight women. Always. And I haven't got gaydar.
I’ve been told many times by people not to take umbrage at the use of ‘that’s so gay’ to mean ‘stupid’ or any other number of derogatory things. But that always bothers me. Not that I have no sense of humour. I do, and can laugh when things are genuinely funny – making fun of homophobia is funny, because it’s a progressive way of telling a biased society how ridiculous they sound.
I approached her with unsteady legs and a quivering smile. I am surprised that she doesn’t recognize me. What better way than to be strangers to reconcile! She told me that she works as a nude performer in the galleries of NY.
It’s been a year since 377 and queer businesses are taking off. There’s been an increase in gay magazines, there are exclusive gay themed greeting cards and there’s even a …
Sancharram (meaning “the journey”) is a 2004 movie that is perhaps the first of its kind. One might say that “Fire” was the first Indian movie to deal with sapphism, but in the movie the sisters-in-law were pushed into a lesbian relationship more out of loneliness than anything else.
Yes, I was in awe of him. Completely in love until recently when I read his views on same sex relationships. And now I am left hurt and cheated.
Someone who dimmed the lights, so that when I came back, my mirrored curtains shone in a soft yellow glow. Who spent the day gathering ingredients and putting them together to create a meal that made the entire house smell divine. Someone who had the table set; the chair, placed just so. Who popped the wine bottle and kept it ready, with two chilled glasses, while I showered.
Broken hopes, unkept promises
Expanding void and the fall
This Is what I am left of you
Can love no other
Perhaps You know that too
Keeps you at peace…
How open minded are we truly when we say we are? May be we should all sit back and think about it and IMO it a relative expression. There is …
Why are women so attractive?
The talcum powder, the perfume
The pedicure touch
Why are women so unstoppably attractive?
The unruly hair, the lust
The sensuous bust
Why are women …
There are many variations to this question:
Can a special ‘pooja‘ make my child straight? Can yoga “cure” my child? Can a psychologist “cure” my child?
The long …
Once upon a time, I use to admire this man. This man, Baba Ramdev. No no! Not because he wears the saffron dhoti. Or single handedly popularized Pantanjali’s yoga shaastra. …