Being a collection of vignettes doesn’t mean that this book doesn’t have a structure. It does. Divided in three part — bucketing several private events that happened between 1968–1997, 1997–2006, and after 2006, and juxtaposing them with the social reality in France — this memoir takes us through the author’s internal dilemmas and struggles.
Coming back to my dilemma, which I know is annoyingly cliché like a LOT OF HETEROSEXUAL ROMANTIC FLICKS! Except the fact I’m undoubtedly GAY for my best-friend. Period.
I am a shell of what’s left of me
I’m not who I used to be
So if you run into the girl I was
Don’t hesitate to tell her, her cause
Give her kindness and give her love
Before she disappears above
And becomes another constellation in the sky
Her character was what they call a 'newborn'. She'd just opened her eyes to the possibility of same-sex partners, yet she sounded so sure of it that she could look her family in the eye and tell them she deserved better.
Since the beginning, our country has persistently tried to pass off bigotry, and intolerance as culture. Our elders preach that homosexuality is wrong, that it is 'abnormal’ and 'unnatural’ to fall in love with the same sex.
Then there’s the girl on the metro, surrounded by her friends, leaning against the doors. The fair has just ended and it is densely packed; I can’t even move my arms. I crane my neck away from the child in front of me jumping excitedly, her hair lathered with coconut oil bumping into my face.
The thing I have noticed clearly and have heard from other queer people is that the spaces with cishet moderators often have an air of safety being at least partially compromised, facing ‘cishet-splaining’ of queer issues to downright domination of queer spaces.
The movie was able to resonate deeply within the queer community of India as it showcases an important step that every queer person has to take at some point in their lives – coming out to family.
My aunt, who I came out to almost a week before had outed me to my parents. (Yes, I didn’t get a chance to properly come out to my parents!) All the details that I gave her about me discovering my sexuality, the girl that I was dating and how I pictured my future (so that she doesn’t lose her mind completely) was broken down and manipulated into bits and given to my parents.
Not surprisingly, the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom’s survey found that 35% of BDSM practitioners identify as bisexual. This could be due to the fact that sexual deviation and fetishes, as well as the LGBTQ+ community, fall under the same social umbrella of sexual liberation –a deviation from social norms.
She would see Elena on several occasions thereafter but the shape of things would be sharper and more bitter, cold even as the winter between them burgeoned, enabled by the gaping distance, the open wound.
Many queer people are initiated into using meth, cocaine, heroin and other drugs during PNP sexual encounters. Using these drugs in a group setting increases feelings of intimacy and pleasure.
Every year there is a new iteration of high school drama with actors that do not look like teenagers playing teenagers, because the kind of stuff they portray in these movies cannot be appropriate for teenage actors to perform.
Most people taking the quizzes are aware of how ridiculous they can be, or are just looking for something tangible that will confirm what they already know about their sexual orientation. That being said, the stereotypes and misinformation presented in these quizzes can very sneakily warp someone's view of sexualities.
Both Parag and Vaibhav decided to wait until the family was ready to wholeheartedly support it and help them plan a wedding in the most traditional way possible.
Don’t get me wrong,
My fight is not with that woman, I am just a different kind of woman.
Here is a 7 point list that should answer those very questions.
There’s a way in which nation works. And some nations believe in their “greatness.” They believe in their masculinity, their powerfulness, their unbreakability, their purity.
It's ironic that we were just talking about borders in class that day. Invisible borders. The rope was a physical manifestation of the border between the crowd of men and women, and me, a person who was neither.
Meena put her lip gloss on. Litchis filled the air.
Both of them, thinking the same, of how fruits beg to be plucked.