I met Tara six years ago at a blogging conference. I was never the type to flirt with women, much less meet a high note key speaker and blurt out my sexuality while admiring her work.
Team Gaysi got in touch with the very talented film-maker Amartya Bhattacharyya for a little chat on his soon-to-be-screened film "Capital I" in Mumbai.
Growing up as neighbours, we spent all of our time together: in school, in the evenings after, after dinner at either her house or mine.
Evolution of queer representations in films (from the movie Fire to Kapoor And Sons) , and what does that say about what to expect in the future.
I have no doubt that the moment I laid eyes on you; I felt a never-before experienced connection – a connection over which I had absolutely no control.
Capital I is the first independent feature film of Odisha and since it began its journey it has travelled to many different international film festivals including the prestigious 20th IFFK and 8th BIFFES.
I wonder if you think of me
On those sleepless moonlit nights
Of what we could have been
if you had said yes
Dreams of the texture of your hair…
A multi-sensory curated experience, exploring stories of growing up queer through illustrations, paintings and installations from 10 emerging artists.
Was I straight? I hadn’t been for a while, and a last couple of years had been a fight, a complete rewriting of myself.
People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.
Today on National Coming Out Day, Gaysi has curated five coming out stories from it’s archive for you to read and celebrate our intimate lived realities.
Recent LBTQ themed YouTube series have been gaining popularity because of their diverse representation and great story telling.
I lean back, aiming for a better view. She is beautiful, in an unconventional sense.
Stories of love, sexuality, and everything in between seem to be gaining the support of publishers, writers and readers.
This final video deals with the crucial stage of queer angst where the young girl must come to terms with her sexuality.
Our conversation had lulled soon after she had told me about last September.
Some of them were proud of me for the courage I was displaying, some cut-off all ties, some were neutral and some wanted to pray for me.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.