Can we be cautiously optimistic that this unprecedented and once-in-a-lifetime crisis will change the gay narrative, particularly in India?
It isn’t enough to merely consume art which offers representation to oppressed communities – but as artists and writers, it is also our duty to create art which unites, which builds empathy, which upholds communities.
Our first date was a dinner that lasted 3.5 hours; we were both amazed by how easily the conversation flowed and that our interests, values, and humour aligned so well.
Monsoon had just begun and it only added to the city’s woes. And mine. I hated the rain. I just didn’t enjoy getting wet in the rain. That first week of June saw incessant downpour after the sunset. And the rain would start precisely at the moment I’d step out of the office to go home.
She ignores my remark and continues to dream about her second daughter marrying an upper caste boy and raise sons. The last time I let the truth slip out, she laughed it off as a cruel joke.
With sweet lyrics like “You’re the only thing that matters, other than the things I wanna share with you”, the song is sure to leave you feeling warm and fuzzy, if not a little tearful about how beautiful love is.
The bois locker room was made possible by a culture that routinely objectifies women (as passing comments, as casual banter, as entertainment or even humour) and roots masculinity in dangerous narratives of dominance and an insatiable sexual desire, among other things.
He is currently in Class 12, pursuing Humanities and his passions include social work, reading, watching YouTube, listening to podcasts, makeup (he is an MUA i.e. Make-up artist), dressing, oratory and spirituality.
Relationship abuse is a very real problem that can affect a person regardless of age, race, gender, sexual orientation, or any other parameters, and it is one that should not be tolerated.
In India, the conundrum for the longest time was that to prohibit gay men from donating blood, the society must acknowledge the existence of gay men. When the Supreme Court decriminalized gay sex in India, almost like clockwork, the National Blood Transfusion Council (NBTC) in Maharashtra updated their screening questionnaire. The new questionnaire inquires the potential donor about their sexual history, which includes male to male sexual activity.
Alice Wu, who makes a return to the world of writing and directing after fan-favourite “Saving Face” says that she deliberately wanted to set this story in a small town, because she had been researching about Trump and wanted to reach people in the red states, wanted to hope it might make them think twice about immigrant families or queer kids.
Notably, while there are special definitions and provisions for vulnerable groups involved in cases of human trafficking, there is gross ignorance of the transgender community and their protection when such a form of exploitation is concerned.
You realize you were in love when it's far too late
“When you bleed, I cry, and if you cry, I'll break”
And you fell too soon but you were supposed to be straight,
And now you're sitting here, in his blood and cold
Driven into a dead-end by fate.
Terry was 22 years of age when she first met the 18 year old Pat on a skating rink, way back in the 40s. They immediately connected in a time that was not open at all to the idea of LGBTQ people as legitimate members of society.
All families types are equal.
It was not until one month later that we decided to actually connect and say "hey". But from that one "hey", things just spiralled into this wonderful chaos and we found ourselves entangled and drowning in this insane attraction.
Growing up, I always saw myself as British Asian. That was the culture that I was born into and existed in. But this identity conflicted with itself. British and Asian are two words that felt like two entirely different worlds, and it seemed almost impossible to be both.
Sweeping pieces of my heart from under the bed, the table and shedding the bits that get stuck to the broom is old. But damn, it felt so much worse after us. Your complex cage set me free and returning to you felt better than seeing the world.
Back in school, a classmate of mine left for three months, and her closest friend would write little notes every single day of her absence and slip it into the desk. When the absentee friend returned, her desk was full of little coloured scraps of paper—full of anecdotes and jokes, notes about missed homework, and admissions of love.
On the surface, it looked like a match made in heaven (pun intended) between same-sex people looking to find their life partners and a “one of a kind International Arranged Gay Marriage Agency” (sic). But if you scratched deeper under the surface, you would be shocked to know that the only thing “revolutionary” about this agency was that it was a scam.