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Kiss Me Again

My mind has slowed down for the millionth time today The clock ticks slowly. As though it’s not moving at all It’s 8:17 am She pulls my chin towards her and we’re already very much there I dig my fingers inside her hair, long and flowy Rough at the ends dusted with the powder of a newly purchased swim cap All the moaning drowns out these voices in my head

On The Count Of Three

One the count of three, I will ask for your hand for a walk, "You will call me by your name and as I will call you by mine", We will walk by the beach to the sunrise, Sharing a kiss and a moment so divine.

You’re My Cocktail

Jun is not a mystery. She is difficult to be with and she is difficult to be without. She isn't a treasure, but she glitters like gold and shimmers like fairy dust. She isn't smoothed out like her curves, her demands are too many and her expectations too high.

‘Unbelieving’ With Believers

After my sibling and I were diagnosed with the disability, together with our polytheistic family, we climbed auspicious mountains, sat beneath the knees of Gurus, drank an unusual variety of unprocessed fresh milk and underwent a painful therapy where by ‘a miraculously blessed one’ operated on our bare skin with his ‘tactile gift’.

The Becoming

Gehu. Ge hu. Ge hu. Gay hu! Gay hu! Gay hu! That is the story of how I became gay, and, no, I didn't shit my pants when I realised it.

This Is Going To Be A Bad Poem

This is going to be a bad poem. Because we've all gotten sick of Hearing people being called 'home' And partners and soul mates And we roll our eyes now When yet another person Talks about having a connection But I don't mind repeating verses Because everytime we meet It's like we never said goodbye So who gives a fuck about being original?

After The Fire

“Shame it burned down,” he comments when he is pouring over the detailed plans and complex sections and elaborate elevations. He thumbs through the reams and doesn't stop until he is at the end. “Shame it fell apart,” he looks up at Jon who looks worn out, like the fire is still blazing.

Love.Madness.Labels

Its these boxes of the past- They’ve told me cis men show love this intense Can’t take no for a no. But here you are scaring me, A woman in love this intense

Santana Lopez And Why She Matters

What started as a mere joke turned into one of the most genuine and inspiring representations of Latinx LGBTQ+ people on TV, paving the way for shows like One Day at a Time and Brooklyn Nine Nine.

Ruhi And Jhilmil’s Playlist #4: Phir Le Aaya Dil

“I know, Ruhi”, Jhilmil buried her head in Ruhi’s chest, “but lately it's like every conversation with her has become a test. I am constantly listening to decide if she is liberal enough to continue loving me if I come out to her, and she is constantly failing.”

Ruhi And Jhilmil’s Playlist #3: Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein

She hit shuffle on her playlist as she walked but the moment she reached the bookstore and leaned in to grab a title, the wire from her headphones got entangled with her bag’s handle and they came off from one ear. The first thing she heard was, “No no, you don’t understand. This is not about my personal preference. You absolutely cannot have Chugtai in the poetry section.”

Becky Albertalli And What Her Coming Out Teaches Us

She describes her ordeal of being presumed as a cishet writer that profited off of queer stories. Her personal life was scrutinized after Love, Simon released in 2018, based on her book, and became the first gay teen film to be released by a major Hollywood studio.

Millions

For every Jon floating on the surface of the ocean, his body undulating with the waves and not a single rescuer in sight–there is a Jon sitting at home, wrapped in a thick blanket as he watches a stupid and mind-numbing TV show.
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