Queer women of color media arts projects presents its annual film festival at the Brava Theater, San Francisco
One-of-a-kind movie that dabbles on the life of an Indian trans woman. The movie will be remade in other languages too.
The protagonist is a dancer who faces Gender Identity …
The bottom-line is, If you do not understand about a community, at the least refrain from insulting them.
A transgender woman in Maryland, Baltimore was brutally beaten at a McDonald's, while the employees, videotape, shout and no one interferes and goes to help the victim. An old lady finally manages to get in between.
We as a board also realize that we have a lot of work to do before we've fulfilled our commitment to being a safe and welcoming environment for all in our community, and so it's exciting that we are able to launch this meaningful resource in our 20th year of existence as an organization.
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.
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
I have been questioning the need to box ourselves and judge each other by mere labels. Don’t you think a lot of them seem to be an extension of the hereto- and cis-normative views of the world and for a need to conform ourselves into that?
So when I realised my Queerness was not going anywhere, I was shocked, ashamed and confused. It was intense because I was also ashamed of being a TamBram. ... it took me a whole decade to understand that being Queer and being TamBram can mutually exist.
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?
... when the conversation goes past the usual "Hi, Bye and what did you cook?", I know this is a coming out process starting all over again.
I can't seriously decide who the bigger jackass is Sepp Blatter or the Smithsonian.
There is an interesting observation I notice in all these puranas. Let's take the example of Panchali's earlier life. The sage is uhm insatiable and he makes love to her in many "different" ways. What exactly does "different" mean here? I let my mind wander and see that what is probably considered as an unacceptable act, or viewed as a perversion by the society need not be deviant in the first place, or may be I am reading too much into the word. Even to the dhoti clad pundits eh.
Hats off to a mom who not only supported her kid's choice of dressing, rather cross dressing in a character he so enjoys but also standing up to other moms (I read it as 'showing the finger') and then blogging about it and thus recording a million hits in this process. She has 42000 comments and counting on this post and if only the elections were a little late, I am sure this would have been a decisive factor in this year's mid term elections!
While people were always telling me that I should come out only when I am comfortable doing so and which is true of course, I still found myself procrastinating. There were stages in my life when I was ashamed of myself, to the point that I was unable to open up even in a support group. I was just so embarrassed, that I would confine myself to the privacy of my home and sit through evenings and weekends together. Even after I accepted myself , I was still afraid to come out to my family because I feared I would hurt them or just purely that I would rather take the pain on myself than sharing it with anyone else. While it might sound selfless, it was just plain stupid.
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.
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.
It portrays on the confusion of every Muslim individual that they face in loving their religion and accepting themselves as gay . The movie travels across from Egypt to India and everywhere in between and to South Africa. I really liked the clarity of the Imam from South Africa who made a big impact on me. He talks about the different facets of Islam and the way the modern world has embraced it.