Okay, so it’s taken me 35 years to ‘get’ that I’ve always liked women. While it’s one thing to be a late bloomer (that could be cute sometimes, in the ‘awww, really?’ way)… it’s a completely different thing to be a total tube light. But the news is: this tube light is now ON (the ‘CEMA bulbs aur tubes’ TV commercial flashes before my eyes, with Sridevi in her tight frilly costume, and the entire jingle threatens to stay on repeat in my blank white mind).
You play me with your words.
With murky sentiments and darker intentions
you purr seductively
in that husky, unreal voice of yours
and I feel your breath on my neck…
In a time when I was an ardent believer in a certain philosophy, I trusted flowers to be my messengers to the Higher Consciousness, and in a need to supplicate …
Six months ago my parents came to the US to visit my sister. She lives few miles away from me. My parents were ready to visit me too as long as "that person" (my BF) was not present when they visit and I agreed not to talk about him. I was outraged. I said enough is enough, this is not fair, my partner is part of my family and I can't accept my parent's conditions. They didn't budge. For most of their 6 month visit we didn't see each other or talk. They were fine with that.
The biggest challenge is just figuring out how to be together. We started in a long distance relationship with her in Dubai and me here in India; now she's here and I'm here, but there's always my visa to consider. It'd be the same if Queen came to the US, just in reverse.
She left me scattered. Every single time. Disassembled. Like the devastation left in the wake of a blissfully uncaring child running through a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle that had just been …
Film schedule of the 3rd Bangalore Film Festival
I was trying to figure out why it has been so stressful trying to explain my break-up situation to my straight friends, and then I saw this video and it occurred to me that it is simple – I’ve been in a lesbian relationship! Seriously, I could take you step-by-step through that video and give you examples from my relationship.
I first heard the The Rose (by Bette Midler) performed by a women’s a cappella quartet at Colgate University, in an on-campus coffee house during the dead of winter. How …
I wrote you fairytales. Fairytales I thought you dreamed.
You did not dream so.
I wrote you kisses. Kisses I thought were wanted.
You did not want so.
I wrote …
January 29th, 2011 was an incredible day on several accounts. (Many of which are not PG-13, so let’s skip those parts.) It was the day of the much-awaited (read: 18 months) Queer Azaadi March – my first ever out and proud march on the streets of Mumbai.
I’m a mother, first and foremost. I live for getting up with my babies in the morning, doing the little ones’ hair, and walking them to the bus stop. All …
Legally recognized marriages between same-sex couples will have a transformative impact not just on the lives of the couples themselves but also on our society. Achieving marriage equality at the federal level is a non-negotiable for both of us.
Vega and I engaged in a butch-femme exercise. But instead of the two being on opposite sides of the same continuum, we saw them as two separate continuums.
as we lie together
minds and bodies entwined
in perfect, formless symmetry
boundaries diffuse all around
like the smell of the flowers
in your hair
and I wonder if …
We got married at the Seattle Aquarium. We had 155 guests. Mala’s sister officiated, Mala’s mother performed an Aarati and Vega's father read a poem he’d written for the occasion. We also managed to engage the services of a local pundit to perform the ceremony itself.
As a little child, I spent many hours in front of the mirror imitating my mom. Wearing her saree – big bindi – and then of course the earrings and …
Queer Ink, India’s first online bookstore (www.Queer-Ink.com) for everything queer, seeks YOUR stories for an exciting new anthology of diverse, contemporary LGBT/queer stories.
A new line of fun, quirky and naughty gifts launching this week at Azaad Bazaar!
Mala and Vega are huge icons for the Desi LGBT community in the U.S, but their early lives were similar to those of many south-Asian queer kids. Growing up in “typical” South Indian, Tamilian families in the U.S, they had incredibly painful childhoods. They both grew up thinking that something was wrong with them and even wondered if they deserved to be alive. Vega never thought she could actually come out to her parents.