Baby Invisible: On Sex, Emotional boundaries & Identity
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
I got my second tattoo yesterday. It is a paper plane, embellished in the watercolour style and is etched flying off my right wrist.
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.
It’s time to start being more conscious about which people I call friends, even on Facebook.
Last year, I went to see my gynacologist. She asked if I’d like to freeze my eggs. It made me consider the role of mother.
This is the first thing I wrote in 2015 and I’m glad it was both catharsis and short fiction. New Year is about clearance.
I grew up feeling not very good about where I came from. For one, it was difficult for me to identify exactly where I was from. My ancestors were from Tamil Nadu and accordingly, the family would constantly refer to ‘our people’ and ‘our culture’ and ‘in our land’, meaning…
Walk bravely into the nightEveryone walks easy in bright sunlight Run, run faster than your thoughtsBeing a fool is the only way to overcome intelligenceAnd prideAnd all else that stops you from moving Because in your journey,your ungraceful stumbleAnd your undignified flightIn your crazy altitudes and gasping dives In all…
Out On Singles Town Something interesting that happened to me in 2014 was meeting two different guys and deciding NOT to pursue relationships with them. I remember an Ally McBeal episode (does anybody even remember that show?) where she says, “I don’t actually date, not for the fun of it….