Take heart, you’re not alone. Be gentle with yourself and patient with others. Ask for help when you need it. Find good friends and be good to them. But most of all, love yourself. You are infinitely lovable. It’s not about whether your Mom loves you or even if your partner loves you — it’s about whether you love yourself.
The "Transgender/Ally" web page is a resource for folks who are struggling with their gender, for friends and family who want to be supportive but aren't sure what's going on, and for community members who want to be allies but don't know how yet. That's the primary purpose of the web page.
We invite the entire SALGA community — and our friends at Q-Wave and GAPIMNY — to come celebrate a milestone with us — the official Launch Party of theTransgender/Ally web …
am more than just a physical body
am more than mere labels
am a human just like you
am what I am
am who I am
This video refers to sex with Transgenders (TG) as a bad habit destroying life, Youth welcoming AIDS, Unnatural and a reason for AIDS. It also refers TGs as ONE BY TWOs (a derogatory word for TGs in AP, India), ugly and repulsive and says they en-cash the unnatural desires in some people.
I first heard the The Rose (by Bette Midler) performed by a women’s a cappella quartet at Colgate University, in an on-campus coffee house during the dead of winter. How …
This is a really great event going on next week that I heard about through the Legalize Trans campaign!
Come 28th January 2011 the stars in the sky above the amphitheater at the famous Carter Road, Bandra will have to shine harder to been seen, cos here come the Dancing Queens!
You turn around and see your girlfriend in pristine condition, her beautiful self. You don't remember past that moment last night... You move your hands down under and you feel a ridge. How the Fuck do you feel? Is it funny enough?
Bijli is about a person who passes as "Fayaaz", a man, during the day, and dances as "Bijli" in drag, to Bollywood songs at night.
Fayaaz has fond memories of his deceased parents, but has a bittersweet relationship with his faith, and the Mosque.
The silence of lonely paths
And fighting the fear of your memory
Is how I have known journeys to be
What to say of that journey
When destiny will be my companion
The book is an autobiography by Revathi, a transwoman from a small village near Namakkal, TamilNadu who talks about her upbringing, despair, struggle in the sex community and eventually as a social activist working for Sangama in this fascinating book. She weaves through a story that I can only believe is and should be untrue to every individual. At times, I cried for her - reading about the things that she had to put up with in her life, and selfishly for myself because of the struggle I did not have to go through.
He asked a direct question, and got a direct ‘yes’! Next thing I know, he wrote a mail to the Director about allotting batches, and addressed me as ‘Mridul’ and ‘he’ (since all my papers are in my formal name and designated gender, that’s how all my new employers always begin knowing me). The Director just asked a handful of questions about how comfortable I would be, getting officially addressed as Mridul and Sir (by students), and when he saw me confident – he just sent out a mail telling everyone about my decision and that he expected matured cooperation from all!
A transwoman filing for a name change in her license was surprised to find hate mail along with her new license. Gee, How happy could one be?
Apparently, the employee at the DMV office who processed her application found it perfect to teach her some morality based on Bible, while crossing the ethics and invading privacy, not to mention adhering to a concept of hate in the first place.
A very famous unbelievable incident is of King Chawda and King Solanki of Kaalri. It happened somewhere in A.C. 746 to 942 and is fabled to be true. Historical evidences to prove this incident are not available, but 5 mentions have been made of it; ‘Solanki na garba’, ‘Bhsvaai sangrah’, ‘Bahuchar maa na vesh ma’, great creations of poet Shaamal and devotee Vallabh Bhatt.
Earlier in April this year, Indian Trans activist Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, an invitee of the TEDx conference at Mumbai was asked to leave by the Management of the Bombay Gymkhana. All this happened while the conference was in session. As a sign of solidarity several people walked out. Dailies and tabloids wrote about this and everyone screamed at such a blatant act of discrimination. The President of the club just went into hiding, no questions answered. The Management had not expressed any regret; not even a melodramatic half-hearted apology was rendered. Not that it would have made any difference.
“There is a gang sir, not just one. The way they look, the way they talk, and the way they walk, yuck! It makes me throw up!” said Kesavan, making a disgusted face.
“Women and children who visit the temple are so scared of them. Don’t these Aravaanis realise that the temple is a sacred place and that they should not come and be a nuisance here?”
At a cynical level, I am thankful I am not one of the ubiquituous desis - being married; running behind 2 kids, attending kids' birthday parties every weekend and eating desi grub and talking about the latest tamil/telugu/hindi movies and gossip about the stars and about that friend whom we all hate, and all this while flaunting the finest silk sarees, dhotis and wearing all the jewels we could ever possess.
Looking androgynous means, I am sir-ed or ma'am-ed and sometimes the pronouns switch in the middle of a sentence and oscillates between.
What happens when your identical twin brother whom you’ve spent all your waking hours for twenty years, becomes your sister? Red without Blue
is a documentary about just that.