Archive for the month November 2020

The Closet

We move on, leave people behind Yet; the closet, does not forget and holds the power to unexpectedly remind

The Gaysi Guide To Anal Pleasure

Pleasure can come from multiple things, this is just one. Let’s make sure that while we’re exploring this we have all the information we need to have safe, lovely, consensual, painless and fun experiences!

Short Story

After years of tussling with melancholy, he realised that we can't erase memories, but we can bottle them up into different forms, such as in the form of writing, in reading books and doing the things that our loved one did or doing the things that we love.

Home

I lie down on my bed, I lie down on my bed & look at the ceiling- And I think how all of my family members deserve to get awarded Because of their brilliant acting skills.

The Gaysi Guide To Polyamory (For Beginners)

Deconstructing and contextualising existing social institutions, which also happens to be in the true spirit of polyamory, can be a progressive step in understanding better, our ideas of love. Monoamory and polyamory may also be considered to be more of a continuum than a dichotomy.

Intimacy

Locked lips and my hands on your hips, But your hand, it slips.

Laxmii – A Transphobic Excuse For A Film

The film falls under the genre of horror - comedy, although it fails to elicit any response that is suitable to this label. Infuriatingly, most of the film’s comedy and horror hinges upon the supposed dissonance of watching a cis man perform the mannerisms societally deemed “feminine”.

Dice Media’s “Firsts” (Season 3) – Normalising LGBTQI+ Relationships For A Mainstream Indian Audience

One thing that did strike me personally was a very off-hand, unassuming comment made by Lavanya when Ritu had just moved in with her: “It’s not as if we’ll be bringing any boys around.” “Yeah, for the neighbours, we’re just two friends living together.” The mere fact that women-loving-women relationships aren’t seen as romantic enough or normal enough to be accepted for what they are, that people will always assume two women to be friends and nothing more, has always perturbed me immensely.

Swansong

Don’t force this, she tells herself now as they both stay seated at the table. Don’t say any more. Don’t ask for an answer. Don’t beg, don’t expect, don’t raise your aspirations. Let those four words be your piece. Now that you’ve said it, let it be a swansong among conversations between the two of you. Walk away. Let this go.