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Poem: Nails

I like them short.  Not because they identify me
as a member of a particular group,
but because I like as little of the white there.
Every other day
I snip away.
A routine that borders on
Ritual.
I hack away…

My Valentine

I have been trying to have relationships for many years now. I mean romantic relationships, each of which I have entered always with the great conviction that it will last for the rest of my life. After many trials and errors,…

Vishwaroopam: a queer critique

A movie like Vishwaroopam takes us even farther back in its retrogressive portrayal of queer masculinity as deviance. Such portrayal by a mass hero will only reinforce the already prevalent hatred and prejudice against the much maligned sexual and gender minorities.

Dykotomy: growing up lesbian in India

I lived in Chennai, India, for 23 years. I’ve never been in the closet. Well, not really. I’ve always been butch — short hair, boys’ clothes, a gentleman’s manner, and of course, a way with the ladies. But in India, not being in the closet doesn't necessarily mean being out of it.