When Women's Health India reached out to Gaysi to write for their "Girl Meets World" column in their 2nd anniversary issue this April - we jumped at it!
So it was only natural that I wondered if anyone had ever analyzed if such an arrangement would be any good in the LGBT situation as well.
It was Nasreen's idea to play a marriage between two dolls. We would make a pandal, decorate the brides, and exchange little gifts.
I have been pondering this question for a while now: can two people in a relationship consciously uncouple?
This world is filled with closets.
And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.
If Spring Comes, Can Summer Be Far Behind?
I close my eyes, remembering all those
tiny fleeting moments which
I have captured in my memory.
They are the ones I live with.
At the Lodhi crematorium,
as the fire took her - outside
it was still raining - our hugs then
Because baby, look at me, I'm so silly. I'm a fool, 'coz you're so pretty.
I just love cock! Which in simpler scientific terms is called the male penis!
A staunch Gaysi supporter and a long time Ally, Rukun has taken it upon herself to find her soul mate. Before her dad does that is.
I fall in love with Gwen.
I think I really fell for her (literally fell) when she started jumping on stage and doing push ups for no apparent reason.
Between Borivili to Churchgate
How many men and how many stains ?
Call Me Kuchu is powerful, poignant commentary, not just on the situation in Uganda, but on what it means to be queer and brave.
I walked out of the ‘closet’ into the broad sunshine with a nice shiny bright rainbow full of promises, there was no looking back!
Last Sunday, Gaysi went on an impromptu adventure with the Hijras of Nehru Nagar, Juhu.
The Stree is right here - as a peer, as a shoulder, and as someone who might have possibly walked in the same (pinching) shoes as you.
We take a rick, run up the stairs home and get into the flat, lock the door and start taking clothes off – and man, the clothes just came off in an instant.
I was happy with my arrangements when one April morning my sister called me and told me that she had got through TISS.
ROL was an effort to liberate, to emancipate, to earn a little glory and a gentle nudging process for a few that thought that “Queer-ism” is all about sex.