To Raghu, with love
An Orinam reader reflects on the suicide of his cousin brother.
Hues may vary but humanity does not | வண்ணங்கள் வேற்றுமைப் பட்டால் – அதில் மானுடர் வேற்றுமை இல்லை
An Orinam reader reflects on the suicide of his cousin brother.
Musings on the fludiity of desire sparked by the author’s experiences of living in Chennai in the 1980s, with additional reflections on what this could mean for gay rights discourse that was taking root in India in the ’90s.
Chennai Dost founder Vikranth reflects on visibility, community and the meaning of Pride in his blog post
my butch: poem by desinorse/Jaya
Ed: This report by Pallav describes an incident at the…
Equations change when that special someone gets downgraded to Ex. Families on both sides are instantly forgotten and abandoned; friends are torn apart and left hanging clueless; anniversaries and birthdays are like Friday the 13th; and gifts and pictures are packed in cartoon boxes, labeled with a skull and crossbones and put in the attic. Chandra D and his Ex-files.
The LGBT ‘movement’ in india is about 15+ years old, has spread beyond the handful of metro cities, is staggering in its diversity of peoples who are accommodated within, and, the frequency of LGBT related events and happening around the country is increasing exponentially. Also, certain LGBT experiences which were ubiquitous a couple of decades ago, have all but disappeared. Hence it might be time to start thinking about an LGBT archive in India.
Gay community’s unfortunate and reckless use of words like “pride”, “choice” and “lifestyle” when talking about themselves reinforces Indian society’s belief that we have chosen this “filthy western lifestyle” and we are even proud of it, says reader Neel. What do you think?
MP list member Srivath’s personal account – Homophobia: An experience at Hotel Accord, Chennai
A Queer Navaratri poem by Jaya