A digital magazine on sexuality in the Global South

Poetry

Black-and-white photo of saree-clad writer Amrita Pritam, holding a pen by her cheek thinking something.

Amrita Pritam: Not Just A Poet, But Revolution Personified | #IndianWomenInHistory

Amrita Pritam’s legacy for women and subsequent generations is to intentionally challenge status quo, trying to use art to challenge accepted taboos and redefine them. Be fearless, unabashed and courageous in the face of crude censorship and charges of obscenity, of raising and using your voice to speak as you see the world – not in the manner that the world expects you to speak.
A posterised image of a woman walking down a supermarket isle with a bag slung over

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“Large will not fit you.” / She is scoping me, up and down, eyes / Flicking fast and darting away / From the roundness of my breasts / To the happy jiggle of my thighs.
Against the backdrop of the Taj Mahal, a field with trees and birds

Travelling

Note: Travelling is a poem by Eunice de Souza. I find it impossible to read a poem without layering it with my own memories. Here I read de Souza to explore privilege, gender divides and nostalgia, all of which I encountered while trying to figure out what exactly travelling was meant to be. Elephanta, Feb…
Abstract painting of a distorted face outlined with bold lines

I want to 377 you so bad (and Other Poems)

i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your skin line you brown breathe you in i want to mouth you in words neck you in red i want to beg your body insane into sepals i want to 377 you like a star…
an abstract painting of various shades of green and blue

Poems

Girl, when you blow your boy, or boy, when you go down on her, or when both of you use a toy, and all the world's a blur, I know it feels like heaven, you too violate 377.   Moments before she died (December, 2012) It is the night of foreboding her skin is again…
A hand holds up the cover of a book which reads, 'I, Kusama, am the modern Alice in Wonderland.'

Art and Activism: Strange bedfellows?

You’d think art and activism would be chummy pillow mates but they’re often strange bedfellows  Art. Activism. Aesthetics. Politics. This is the problem with words. Sometimes they snake up on you like cobras, twisting, turning, hissing and spitting right back at you. *** Problem no 1. The word ‘art’ is used too loosely. Is everything…
Black and white sketch of two little boys chasing each other and playing with a toy wheel

Voices: Poetry

Boys standing up to their fathers are invitations to patriarchy When boys become men it is marked by celebratory loud aggression a crossroads in our lives. it was when i was 15, and for the first time, finally raised fist to my father's face. but i was wrong it was not manhood that i entered,…
A photo of spots of yellow light arranged in a bokeh pattern

Voices: I Am Queer

  I look at you, a warm embrace, with arms, eyes, mind, heart and soul. You look at me, eyes that abase, for you see in my desires, obscene, disgusting, foul. I tell you, I try to explain. The genuine, non-sexual love, The pleasure, the pain. You shun me off, I respectfully depart. I know…
An abstract photo of rocks and water.

मैं और तुम

    मैं अलग हूँ, कैसे? तुमने पूछा | मैंने तुम्हें लौटाया, खाली हाथ, बैरंग, छूछा | मेरा प्रेम बद्ध नहीं है, धर्म, जाति, आयु से ... लिंग से भी नहीं ... क्योंकि समलैंगिक भले हूँ मैं, पर है मेरे पास भी, प्रेम की, विराट मंजूषा | ----------------- तुमने चोट पहुंचाई, मुझ तक न पहुँच…
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