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आली द्वारा प्रकाशित आली द्वारा 6 राज्यों में (जिसमें उ.प्र., म.प्र., हरियाणा, महाराष्ट्र, पश्चिम बंगाल व केरल शामिल हैं) इस विषय…
अभी एक दिन, एक पुराना दोस्त और मैं व्हाट्सएप पर बात कर रहे थे। उन्होंने हाल ही में एक लड़की,…
यह लेख तारशी के #TalkSexuality अभियान का हिस्सा है गुमनाम लेखक द्वारा प्रस्तुत मैं एक दोस्त के ज़रिए इस लड़के…
यह लेख तारशी के #TalkSexuality अभियान का हिस्सा है पिछले साल अगस्त में मेरे दादाजी का निधन हो गया। इस…
I have been out of school for close to five years. I recently met up with a friend from school…
India is home to a whopping 17.5% of the total world population. Half of this population is its women. No, correction,…
At the Delhi launch of the fourth edition of The Gaysi Zine, on January 21st at Max Mueller Bhavan, a…
There’s a pregnant pause as he fumbles for his keys, and I, for a definitive answer. Packaged as an innocuous statement, there hangs a question between us: No one even knows your name here, in this remote corner of the antiquated town we’ve found ourselves in. And yet, we’re in front of a door, planning to know so much more.
I was 30 years old when memories of the sexual abuse I experienced as a child flooded my conscious thoughts. I was sitting in a session with a client – I am a mental health professional – when suddenly, a memory of playing hide-and-seek made its way out of my subconscious mind.
This post is part of TARSHI’s #TalkSexuality campaign on Comprehensive Sexuality Education in collaboration with Youth Ki Awaaz. The author chose to remain anonymous. I met…
I knew that I was gay since time knows when. The society made me know. Be it my friend’s snarky…
“I feel comfortable with who I am,” he responded. “I’m at ease with myself. I don’t wake up and hate myself. I can’t tell you how amazing that feels.”
“I know how that feels,” I told him.
Have you ever heard the old adage, “You have to love yourself before anybody else can love you”? Well, I grew up interpreting this in the absolutely most terrible way possible.
“Vanna-cum?” – This was a Tamil-English booty call SMS I once received from a friend with benefits (reproduced here with…
I was in standard 9th. She was our new Political Science teacher. Our entire class adored her; after all, she…