Baby Invisible
A woman’s body is the site of power games, moral policing, community identity. How does it experience pleasure which is an individual thing?
Commentary on current social affairs. Intersectional feminism examining questions of gender, sex, sexuality, caste, class, race, religion & other discriminators.
A woman’s body is the site of power games, moral policing, community identity. How does it experience pleasure which is an individual thing?
I broke a glass ceiling of my own, as a student representing my college on the campus festival circuit.
A boundary is a lesson in consent. It’s rooted in a sense of self. Who you are, says what you allow.
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
I had a bad relationship with food & men. Being female meant being food provider. Social rules turned to acid in my stomach. Eventually they’d pour out of my mouth as bilious words, undigested pressure. I asked shaadi boys if they could cook before their moms could ask me. No…
If you were born in another era, who would you be? What would your personality be like? Your values? How would you survive that world? What role would you play?
Two strangers who once were not. Or were they?
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
Does your presence in a space leave scars or interesting stories?
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.