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.
By night and day, the lady would sit and weave, my love
till Lancelot sang his ‘tirra lirra’ and she would leave, my love.
Now you say it was so …
As Deen struggles to come to terms with being a transgender man, those who love him most find themselves struggling as well in this unique solo show, told entirely from the point of view of Deen’s family, friends, and partner, yet performed by Deen himself.
Going by figures, one in every fifteen people (figures range from 5% to 10%) is homosexual or has homosexual tendencies. Which leads us to the obvious assumption that millions of people in heterosexual marriages are in fact gay (or bisexual). So what do such people do?
To share something so personal with everyone except with the ones who made me feels like a betrayal. So does the book itself: exposing our family, telling their stories, stories which aren’t mine. “What happens in the home, stays in the home,” my mom would warn us. Which betrayal is worse? Which betrayal weighs more?
It was 8 o’clock and dark outside. There was no wind blowing and the body was tired from the run. That’s when it struck. The wave of longing. It suggested …
To be downright honest, I don’t and yes, a lot of it has to do with past experiences and bitter ones at that. Ex-lovers, empty promises, failed relationships have left me so cynical in the matters of the heart that breaking another’s heart left no dampness on my conscious.
Later that night I dropped by her cubicle, to hand in my research. She was beyond doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And it didn’t stop there.
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.