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I Don’t Celebrate Valentine’s Day, I Celebrate Galentine’s Day

For me, I am unbothered. I have always been single on Valentine’s Day. The last Valentine I had was my best friend in high school, and we went to the local diner where I gifted her a box of candy and a balloon. This was back when I had yet to come out and still felt the need to conform to the heterosexual norms that society has so tastelessly imposed in the form of heart-shaped chocolates and kitschy Hallmark cards.

Skin Woes

The skin experts say to leave the pimple alone But I was sure she knew better The third time she said I walked around like a leprosy patient ‘With all that on your face’

On Her By Another Her

Momentarily shaken, out of This haze. Drugged by your love. Your previously sceptical voice: "You want me so bad,"accepting.

Fuzzy Reality – Mindless Entertainment For The Mindfucked

Fast forward to now, I have watched most seasons of Selling Sunset, after which I watched the first season of Housewives of Beverly Hills. Bear with me as I express surprise at the barrage of misogyny that they were. Confused as to why we were documenting and consuming these specific people’s lives on-screen, I looked up the early cast of Housewives of Beverly Hills.

10 Queer Desi Love Songs To Warm Your Heart

Queer love songs, of course, hold a special place within music — security, passion, and happy endings are things that, unfortunately, cannot be taken for granted by queer people. So, here’s a list of queer love songs for the ‘out and proud’ or questioning Desi, to reassure you that everything can and will be okay.

Migrating To Places With Dignity: For Queer Folks, Why Is Freedom A Dream?

Far from gay pride parades, conventions and heated debates on Twitter, most Indian communities have their own way of dealing with queer individuals. In certain parts, covert honour killings and conversion therapies are organized such that the only way for a young queer to survive is to run away in the cover of the night to a metropolis, many a time with no financial or social support.

Everything

The softness of the mattress, the brightness of the moon, the chill in the air, the stretch of his ribs. Nothing is familiar no matter how many times they meet. No single time is the same as the others. No single time feels real. All their nights are dreams.

Being Different

After a lot of research and self-exploration, I finally accepted myself the way I am and that was the day the real battle started. I had to face a lot of questions regarding my appearance from my so-called relatives and neighbors.

Queer Song

Cages of patriarchy Bias, gender norms of society, The institutionalised oppression Of our challenging beauty.