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.
Why is bad parenting seen as bad mothering? And why is a father allowed the bare minimum when he shapes masculinity for the world?
Indian mental health is tangled with politics, faith & toxic advocacy. From yoga myths to therapy cliques, mental healthcare needs cultural context.
A decade I ago I pondered the question, “Can a man be a feminist?”. Has my answer changed since then?
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
If I were fifteen years younger, I’d identify as nonbinary. Gender has been the biggest weapon of the beaten path.
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.
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/