She treads like a whiff of wind
Vandalizing scattered newspapers
Slithering over a dozen novels
Zipped boots and long skirt
Crop top and summer hat
Romila strains to find her cologne
Winter sighs at stark defiance.
"I met him at a public pool. It was a long summer and I'd enrolled in a swimming course to beat the heat."
Time and again the need has been felt to reach out to parents and relatives of LGBTQ individuals and address their fears, doubts and apprehensions about the safety, well-being and happiness of their children.
I know my odds and I try my best to understand the effects of being a romantic and a sexual minority.
Andy looked up at his face, tears running down his cheeks. Diano dabbed a tissue on his face. He felt a strong attraction towards Andy at that very moment.
Peeking out of a window, as the snow slowly melts after a dreary blizzard, it’s hard not to be hopeful – optimistic, even.
HIV and other STD's target gay and bisexual men more than any other section of the society due to unprotected means of anal sex
I don't like to be greedy between two books. I try to remain enveloped in the after mist for at least some time before picking up a new book.
Welcome to Tape -- an evening of metamorphosis where men become women and women become men and kings and queens walk among us.
Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete;
For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street.
"I'd hide my face when they hit me." Andy laughed. "But I was stronger than them in studies. I had good grades and I was better at arts too."
So I asked the only person I trusted - Google. After some hours of investigation, I now knew that it's not a "disease" as some people believed it to be.
There was a time when she walked upright. A time when she ran through the wind, danced on the dirt. Her feet drew planets and universes on the dry soil. Her legs spun gold and silver in their gait.
hm..so what exactly happens when a erm..reeally-late-bloomer tries to make up for the lost time..
"Yes! Samuel said the maid would be here soon," Andy smiled. "She comes once a week, only on Sundays. I'm glad she's coming in today."
I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.
The wall opposite was built entirely with old glass bottles strung together, which was what dragged him here in the first place.
Shortly before 3 p.m., the cab pulled up in front of a building that didn't look well-maintained from outside. Patches of black mould covered the white paint on the outer walls. Some of the windows needed repairing.
They stood in awkward silence for some long minutes after that. Feet shuffled, coat pockets jingled, gazes dropped, overhead speakers let out the latest pop songs.
“Nope, you are no Harry Potter, you could never face Voldemort and I did see you evolve from a tiny little egg dear” thank you for breaking it to me