I’m sorry, but who are you Mr. Khurrana and team to tell anyone that they are "incomplete"?
As an openly gay person, I am truly frightened of what is happening in the country. The CAB-NRC puts every minority, religious or otherwise, in the line of fire. Part of me wonders whether the overturning of Section 377 was a mere fluke before the country began to irrevocably burn.
It didn’t take me a while to understand why this tweet against him started trending. Now I can connect the dots: Kaushal made them — the upper-caste, heterosexual and patriarchal regime — uncomfortable by being a Dalit, queer and, on top of that, being from JNU, now DSE.
To my astonishment, and fiendish delight, I witnessed a sight unbeknown to me. A man wearing a… saree? A spurt of giggles escaped my mouth as I prodded my mother, and pointed conspicuously towards the window.
The attack on Jamia was not only a politically relevant event for me, but it was also a personal trauma caused even in absence. I was not inside the campus when the incidents transpired, but from what I have heard from friends, it violated the right to safety and equality.
One of the more subtler problems– when you come out to an ally as queer, they suddenly assume that you are going to ‘come on to them.’ You have to think twice about everything you say and do, lest they take it the wrong way.
As a neurodivergent queer person, I have always had problems with sudden input of triggering content.
Intersex people spend a lot of their lives doing this emotional labor for others because they are inherently responsible to be born an error.
If You Dare Desire (or Abar Jaadi Ichcha Kardo) directed by Debalina Majumder, wishes a hopeful trajectory of Swapna and Sucheta’s life, one where they do not leave a six-page suicide letter but run away from their village to be together.
When I joined the course, I was excited to share my experiences with the class. But with time I realised not everyone was interested. Most of them didn't interact with me, asked questions, or exchange their experiences.
In this paradise for Queers, the miniscule minority were the much-despised cis-heterosexual lot, who stubbornly believed the world was ideally just for Adam and Eve and proselytized a binary gender system enforced by ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns and suffocating monogamy.
I have been told to be less so many times – be less big, be less loud, be less intimidating, be less of so much. I have been less so many times.
Shyam and Bunty
Sucking on ripe mangoes,
And so, in the cool shade of the Gulmohar tree,
They bend and break their first ever rule.
An intellectual phenomenon, almost
Ready for you to stare at but never touch
And debate what these clothes mean, this hair, this skin, this nail hanging limply at the end of my
I'm openly Bisexual, and I hate that label. All labels, for that matter. Gender, as I've come to know, is abstract.
I wish I could have come out to you before you left. I wish I had just five more minutes with you, to tell you all about me.
One such hurdle I am currently trying to overcome, is understanding my sexuality. Most of us go through phases where we question or experience something unique in terms of relationships and the kind of love we accept.
The depiction of queer relationships in media works as an agent of social sexualization and is particularly more influential in the Indian society where sex is not discussed, even for educative purposes.
Pan (and bisexual) people are often subjected to violence both within and outside the community with words like ‘greedy’ attached to their choices of who to love. Not only is that hypocritical to say, it is also something we should all consciously fight.
Manifestations of internalized homophobia can include: denial of sexual orientation to oneself and others, attempts to alter or change one’s sexual orientation, discomfort with other gay people, unsafe sexual practices and other destructive risk-taking behaviours, including risk for HIV and other STIs.