I looked strangely nervous in response to an everyday ‘Mom’ question like the one that was just put forth to me. I could feel the sweat on my brow in spite of the ceiling fan blades rotating at full speed. My hands were bizarrely cold and numb on a hot Sunday morning resulting in the loss of my sense of touch.
She was the sporty kind who drove a red and black Hero Honda and and was always in T's and jeans with a new pair of sneakers she had picked up in Dubai or Bangkok.
You can tell that Annie On My Mind is a wonderful book because even though it was written over 25 years ago, it still remains one of the most popular …
Yeah, my girlfriend loves to talk dirty in bed. It drives me crazy and is a big big turn on for me! But it wasn’t like that from the beginning. I used to get embarrassed and nervous (anything worthwhile is usually nerve-wrecking!! – remember good old days? ). But she made me realize that talking dirty doesn’t have to be all sleazy and nasty.
I approached her with unsteady legs and a quivering smile. I am surprised that she doesn’t recognize me. What better way than to be strangers to reconcile! She told me that she works as a nude performer in the galleries of NY.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am in no way asking you to discount your feelings. It’s only natural to go through the self-pity track and by all means do so. But then be sensible enough to switch the track at the right time. Meaning; shit happens...you roll yourself init...then it gets unbearably stinky and *blink* you wake up...clean yourself and start afresh.
It’s always great to have support from fellow gaysis, but that’s something we can and should take for granted. The support from the straight community is harder to come by. …
What I like about a rickshaw is; unlike a bus it makes for a very comfortable place to sit and hold hands without anyone eyeing you. It is nice and windy and has a privacy of its own.
I was told to stay abroad – not come back except for vacations. Even if that had been my plan always, it felt odd hearing it. When my older sister threw a tantrum over how shameful it was to have to tell her friends I was gay (as I pointed out, she didn’t have to tell them if she didn’t want to), and worse, claimed that I was threatening her sexuality by asserting mine, my parents told me it was a tiny problem. I had to move on.
* Note : Contains Explicit Sexual Content
There we were lying in bed after yet another successful Simba & Nala romping session. Getting a little too big headed (probably some orgasm related dizziness) Baby Sher crossed over to the dangerous Elephant Graveyard, all thanks to nonstop self bragging bullshit.
When the gay community tells straight people it’s all about love & expect them to understand & be less judgmental, isn’t it a bit hypocritical to call a bisexual things, or attribute his or her preferences to denial or escapism?
Love. Word of myriad meanings. Bride-love, body-love, mind-love. To feel connected, As though the monsoon-floor that loved me were to come alive, that the gravel would reach out and touch my knee. All different love.
A couple weeks back I attended a movie screening by QWOCMAP/Asian & Pacific Islander Cultural Center. It was a couple of shorts may be lasting to an hour or …
Reader ‘Reza’ sent us this very funny parody & I wanted to share it with all of you:
My love for Kamila Shamsie’s writing began with ‘Kartography‘, grew with ‘Salt and Saffron‘, deepened with ‘Burnt Shadows’ and has now been permanently etched into my …
The sexy Pride Month is here and the celebrations have begun! Chennai is rocking this month with various events and contests to celebrate the visibility of alternate sexualities and gender identities.
Yes, I was in awe of him. Completely in love until recently when I read his views on same sex relationships. And now I am left hurt and cheated.