What’s Your Poison, Eena, Meena, Deeka?
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
Body image, Beauty perceptions & standards, Sex, Sexuality, Reproductive health, Physical fitness
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
The 1985 Tamil film ‘Sindhu-Bhairavi’ under a feminist lens shows a nuanced male storyteller gaze and some strong woman tropes. Does that make it feminist?
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.
The friendzone assumes that women owe men sex for nice behaviour. This mindset is part of rape culture, whose other manifestations are incels and acid attacks.
Our value as human beings is determined by our use. What happens to the things that make us human in this capitalist world? Mental health suffers.
A gratitude note to someone from my past: The strongest of us may need someone to remind us that we also need beauty, love & harmony to make survival a life.
There is an interesting thing about memory foam. It yields to your touch & pressure. Not fast, not reacting. More like an indulgence, a consideration. Later it pauses with the impression you’ve left on it, as if ruminating. Just as meditatively it returns to its original self.
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.