Hindi translation of Emily Dickinson's 'HEART, we will forget him!'
The circulating library concept seems to be one in vogue in the lesbian community: Case of few numbers, fewer single women and yes, off course the attraction of the forbidden. The first advice I got from my first lesbian friend who sat me down the night I came out to her was, “The lesbian world is very incestuous. So the first thing you have to learn is to be friends with your exes and your flings! We are just simply too few in numbers! Get ready for it.”
*Note: Might contain explicit sexual content.
I came out of the shower. Scrubbed, Exfoliated, Shaved and Plucked to spanking smoothness. As I put on a pair of shorts, I was …
I first came out as a lesbian when I started college as an undergrad. I went through all the rites of passage that the white queers had set up for me, and I abandoned the straight desi girls. I’m not necessarily sad that I abandoned them. I missed them later and tried to play catch-up, but their never-ending conversations about how their evil parents wouldn’t let them buy that coach purse, and how scary black men are were ridiculous and tiring. And somehow I always managed to subconsciously find my way back to the closet whenever I was in their company.
I am not renting my head space
I am not give you space in the corners of my heart
without love in return
I am not about to …
Hindi Translation of Agha Shahid Ali's 'I want from love only the beginning,' his version of the poem by Mahmoud Darwish, from collection 'Rooms are Never Finished'.
*Note: Might contain explicit sexual content.
She took out the map of Iceland and asked if I wanted to go for a drive…“Why Iceland ?” I asked. And I wasn’t …
The idea of pleasing God with an act or object was curious to me growing up, especially when I would when I consider what these specific, pleasing actions and objects were. The first story I wrote for this project discusses how my parents didn’t cut my hair for my first two years of life because it was to be offered as a sacrifice to God. Cheekily, I called this story “God Loves Hair” and as the project developed, I knew that this would also be the title of the book.
The most important aspect is the defeat of the bigots - the diabolical plot pitched in by the FLDS and the Catholics and the NOM and all the other homophobic morons to basically negate a fundamental right of 2 human beings.
Sanjay Sanghavi is a single, urban Indian homosexual counting the last few minutes of his life. As his body clock nears to its last click, his chronicles here will take you on an emotional rollercoaster ride, right from his childhood to his adolescence, the working years and the imminent death.
I am fascinated by happy stories where my gay friends and their families have found peace. When a gay friend told me, how her ex-girlfriend was accepted as a part of her family and her dad got along like house on fire, I almost turned green with envy. Another narrates how her partner and she lived with her parents like a married couple, under the same roof! When a friend’s status update talks about how her sister and her girlfriend are cooking her favourite food, I can’t help but be thrilled for them!
A film by Harish Iyer, or Aham. Its a courageous film that takes on the issue of child sex abuse and how queer kids get specially signalled out for this (they do NOT turn out queer because of the abuse - that's a lie spread by homophobes which is one of the most vicious aspects of child sex abuse).
I am going away
to get off your drug
before one more whiff blows my way.
Ek myan mein do talwar nahi reh sakti, a very popular phrase you have heard of, for sure. Now one can only imagine the intensity of a given situation, if a teesari talwar is introduced in the very same myan. Stretch a little further and replace the myan with Gaysi’s Admin house.
My first thought when MJ
asked me to do a review of Pink Sofa
was “not another lesbian dating site.” I’m a little wary of online dating/matrimonial sites- gay or straight. Pink sofa is a de-glam, less fun version of OurChart which Showtime took down after the L Word ended its run.
I’d met her for the first time one evening at a friend’s place. She was there - A friend of a friend of a friend. We laughed, we joked surrounded by many. It wasn’t just the two of us. Then I met her again and again and again. Still surrounded by a mass of humanity. And each time, I discovered something new about her that would make me smile when I got home.
I am writing this letter because I have something important to tell you and I felt that writing it down would be the best way to do so. Before that I want to reassure you that everything is alright with me. I am perfectly healthy, happy and doing something I enjoy for work. As your daughter, I love you and dad very much and can never be grateful enough for the comforts, opportunities and love you have always provided.
I usually had the habit of blowing things way out of proportion; I read between the lines, I interpreted a gesture more than I should have. But not this. Here …
I looked around and found all stereotypes melting away. Even the thought of calling it a minority community seemed absurd. I was given slot number three. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into until I was called upon to read.