Living Outside the Closet

This is a dialogue, this is a conversation that I have in my mind every single day of the week, only difference is, today I have an audience.

So allow me to spit ball.

Allow me to open to you the doors of my mind and provide you a passage towards my heart. ‘Cos once you place your hand on my chest and you feel what’s inside you will know that we’re no different. I am no different.

I do not always carry around a purse, or bend my arm at the wrist while I talk and when I talk I may not be overly dramatic. Or I may be. So what?

Look around you. Look at the people next to you. Are they like you? They aren’t. Then why me?

I remember always feeling a sense of envy towards the openness that those who call themselves straight enjoy. Why is it that when a man and a woman hold hands on the street they are welcomed by uninhibited “aww’s”? But two men, or two women being intimate is met by this. *shocked expression*


Isn’t what we’re displaying the same? Why is our love different from yours? And why is our love always judged. Why do I have to justify myself in the first place?

I don’t see any straight man or woman standing over here and saying, “well I could be straight either because of genetic or socio-environmental factors.”
I am different only because I go against your notion of what “normal” is. For that I have a very simple solution. Change your notions.

Just like a doctor tells you to cut down on sweets ‘cos you’re diabetic or a mechanic tells you to change the silencer in your car coz it’s broken, I am asking you to alter the way you look at this world. ‘Cos I look at this world differently too.

For me, being gay is straight, and being straight is gay, you don’t us see judging you.

So here’s a metaphorical key. Unlock your minds to set someone free.

Thank you.


This was the key note by self-confessed hairy, horny, heterosexual, hottie virgin-ass Mallu – Tushar Mathew, at the event organized by Wilson College students in Bandra, Mumbai, termed ‘Living Outside the Closet’.

Please feel free to contact Tushar and the LOTC team at :

Follow their footsteps and progress on



This story was about:

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Distracted as ever - by life and its vibrant hues, Srini discovered writing recently when a bushy eye-browed Muse with luscious lips tickled his senses with her couplets. Fat man grew up to be a fitness conscious cook, a gardener by grandma's inherited green thumb and an Agnostic who used to believe in myriad rituals and gods and goddesses of the Southern landscapes, landscapes where rice paddies and Gopurams made people believe in the gifts of music, culture, art and nature's miracles. With a face that's expressive enough to throw off a couple of stubborn people off their stools, and an arse that can dance to drum and base, he's constantly trying to bridge his semi-German thoughts with his roots back in the Land of the Peppers. He writes, occasionally.

We hate spam as much as you. Enter your email address here.