A Post-40 Primer On Friendship With Men: Hope & Betrayal
Friendship with men felt like walking across broken glass hoping for true connection. Post 40, I look back with impatience & better boundaries.
Friendship with men felt like walking across broken glass hoping for true connection. Post 40, I look back with impatience & better boundaries.
Two stories – one written in the 70s and one in the 2020. They had me thinking about how South India looks at identity issues like gender & faith.
Hysterectomy: a polite word for erasing what makes you visible. Take the uterus, take the person. No bleeding, no birthing. Medicine makes it official.
Desire is a powerful, intoxicating force. We can easily let ourselves be blinded by what we want. We assume we know better, are quicker at making decisions or are righteous in what we want. Oh yes, I know what we want can come ratified by logic, social approval, even wisdom….
Another man joins the ranks of predators and this time it’s a brown, woke man called Aziz Ansari.
*Image (without text) via Ambro on FreeDigitalPhotos.net Here’s the latest accusation that falls on me – RUDE. Also, inconsiderate, unkind, impolite. Hang on, who is calling me all these names? Yes, men. But what kind of men? Men I’ve said NO to. These are NO to sexual advances. NO to…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
As we walked in through the glass door, the security guard gave me a perfunctory look-over. Then proceeded to pat my dad down, the full hands on treatment.