Archive for the tag Brutally Honest

Bad Medical Advice: Dear Doctor, Stop It!

If the fatphobia isn't concerning enough, another stereotypical Indian OB-GYN response we picked up from your responses is sex-shaming, or rather ‘penetration-shaming’. If women got a dollar for every time they have been denied sonography, pap smear, HIV/STD screening because they are ‘unmarried’ (codeword for ‘not “broken into” yet, as they clearly have not had sex because… they are unmarried’) – they would have enough to relocate to a country with less judgmental gynaecologists.

Fuzzy Reality – Mindless Entertainment For The Mindfucked

Fast forward to now, I have watched most seasons of Selling Sunset, after which I watched the first season of Housewives of Beverly Hills. Bear with me as I express surprise at the barrage of misogyny that they were. Confused as to why we were documenting and consuming these specific people’s lives on-screen, I looked up the early cast of Housewives of Beverly Hills.

Migrating To Places With Dignity: For Queer Folks, Why Is Freedom A Dream?

Far from gay pride parades, conventions and heated debates on Twitter, most Indian communities have their own way of dealing with queer individuals. In certain parts, covert honour killings and conversion therapies are organized such that the only way for a young queer to survive is to run away in the cover of the night to a metropolis, many a time with no financial or social support.

Where Did All The Queer Writers Go?

This heteronormative gaze allows the straight account to take the centerstage at all times. Any marginalized narrative—in particular, the stories of and by trans, nonbinary and gender-nonconforming people—remains on the periphery. A queer story’s literary merit, economic viability, readership, and cultural value, are all decided by the barometer of the successes of established ‘straight’ narratives. It is expected to be calibrated as a response to this overculture.

Never Forget

A spate of petitions have drenched the halls of various Higher Courts of our country. They carry within them hope for change, but also elicit other peculiar emotions within. This portentous event promises a plethora of possibilities, but not all of them seem good. If parts of the community do get the right to marry, what then? There’s relief, but there’s also fear.

Echoing Voices

I wish I could be as bold as you, Scream as coherently as you, But all I have is a wave of volcanic anger Trapped in the closet of my heart.

Being Different

After a lot of research and self-exploration, I finally accepted myself the way I am and that was the day the real battle started. I had to face a lot of questions regarding my appearance from my so-called relatives and neighbors.

Queer Song

Cages of patriarchy Bias, gender norms of society, The institutionalised oppression Of our challenging beauty.

Always A Bisexual

Yes, I will always be a bisexual Like you will always be heterosexual In that you won’t act out on your attraction Towards another woman And will respect us For as long as we both shall live

What Kamala Aunty Means To Me

In the past 4 years, I have been able to accept myself and be proud about my sexuality all because of the safety I was feeling however I was beginning to feel less and less safe as I saw the political events unfold around me.