The title of the documentary is evoked at one point by writer and actress Jen Richards, “I kind of hate the idea of disclosure, in the sense that it presupposes there is something to disclose.” I’m still trying to wrap my head around this and many other things said in the documentary. Having struggled with coming out and the idea of stealth, having often thought, “at what point do I need to tell them I’m trans?”, her statement brings up many feelings and emotions for me, as I attempt to process the idea of a world where my transness is absolutely nobody else’s business.
However, the biggest fallacy of the entire piece lies with the basic thesis; that Trans and queer rights differ. The classification of queer rights as ‘gay rights’ is erasure in itself, as it boils it down to the oversimplified assumption that human sexuality exists within the gay-straight binary.
LGBTQIA+ people have at several points in time being legally excluded from the public eye, and now it has transformed into a plethora of illegal yet forgivable acts of harassment, exclusion, violence and discrimination against such people.
While the trans community is the one she is actively discriminating against, other LGBTQ+ individuals, Trans allies, and members of the Harry Potter fandom are also speaking up about the disappointing and dangerous way that the author is deciding to use the influence that she has because of the global community that has loved her work.
With sweet lyrics like “You’re the only thing that matters, other than the things I wanna share with you”, the song is sure to leave you feeling warm and fuzzy, if not a little tearful about how beautiful love is.
Notably, while there are special definitions and provisions for vulnerable groups involved in cases of human trafficking, there is gross ignorance of the transgender community and their protection when such a form of exploitation is concerned.
Heavily centered on the queer community and trans people of color, the video showcases locally-, nationally-, and globally-known influential figures.
Today, I’m out to everyone; except my mother and grandmother (for reasons I wouldn’t like to share). My brother thinks that homosexuality can be treated. Thanks to Baba Ramdev, who, according to him, has a cure for everything. I do know, as a matter of fact, that my brother and my sister-in-law did go to watch Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan; however, I don’t know what it taught them.
I ensured to rush, run and engage myself with lots of people around the city. I never want a day to be spent without art. Somedays it is dance or drag or performance art.
Let us strengthen our ties with trans and non-binary community members who have proactively worked to create a safe world for everyone, be it through zany artworks, heart-wrenching life experiences, valuable tips, or the power of humor.
I took 25 years to reclaim my womanhood in a world that militantly tried to make me believe I was a man. This lie was declared at birth and reinforced throughout childhood, at home, at school, in short, in every institution that was meant for my development.
the giggle bubbling at the edge of her throat and eyes glinting with mischief
figures can't encompass the unadulterated joy of playing a prank
The thing I have noticed clearly and have heard from other queer people is that the spaces with cishet moderators often have an air of safety being at least partially compromised, facing ‘cishet-splaining’ of queer issues to downright domination of queer spaces.
Don’t get me wrong,
My fight is not with that woman, I am just a different kind of woman.
It's ironic that we were just talking about borders in class that day. Invisible borders. The rope was a physical manifestation of the border between the crowd of men and women, and me, a person who was neither.
During the Colonial period, emerged the beginning of an era of unnerving portrayal of art on stage which marked almost a revolutionary growth of theatre companies all around the country. While predominantly, theatre became the mode of entertainment for the upper elite crust of the population, ‘jatras’ or ‘nautankis’ swept over the masses.
The L Word, problematic as it was, helped me amongst many other young queer millennials discover and/or accept their sexualities.
Watch Sanchita and Bharat, Chaitak's parents in this adorable story of acceptance, love and great lip colour.
It didn’t take me a while to understand why this tweet against him started trending. Now I can connect the dots: Kaushal made them — the upper-caste, heterosexual and patriarchal regime — uncomfortable by being a Dalit, queer and, on top of that, being from JNU, now DSE.
To my astonishment, and fiendish delight, I witnessed a sight unbeknown to me. A man wearing a… saree? A spurt of giggles escaped my mouth as I prodded my mother, and pointed conspicuously towards the window.