Hands Off My Gender!
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.
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.
The world is my bee hive. I am a queen bee. What makes me a feminist? Is it (only) about critiquing masculinity? I think it’s more.
The inner workings of the male mind.
I categorise Indian men by the states they hail from.
Planning a rendezvous with a girlfriend. She is at the parlor and I have to wait till she gets done. I sit tight elsewhere and am most amused to hear her say, I think it will be an hour before I’m released!!! And if that sounds like parole from jail…
Personally I loathe the ‘s’ word. I’m no prude but it is just derogatory. On the other hand, it conveys a certain devil-may-care, FO attitude, doesn’t it? Or more aptly ,a fuck-me-or-fuck-off attitude. Perfect. That’s this man alright. Can I attempt to define the Male Slut? Rather tough. Let me…
When a good friend recently told me that he was gay, it did not come as a surprise. Indeed I concluded that my prayers had been answered in the form of someone who was already quite close to me. But even more, it was a moving moment since he chose…
As I read a story about fairytale characters in New York, my childhood comes back to me. I remember why my fanciful notions were set that way. I’m angry.
I’m bored with men and their silly games. I’m tired of women and their wicked wiles.
Someone invent a new sex. I’m fed up with this staple diet.
So we are a city of metrosexual men? Hmm. I guess I should revise my preferences. Let it never be said that I’m not fair. So welcome, men, to the joys of beautification! That said, let me extend the olive branch to my insofar suffering male counterparts and attempt to…