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The spotlight that the world’s biggest sporting event (arguably) has along with the inherent gender and sexuality bias in sport come together in how sportspersons and athletes are both perceived and perceive themselves in mainstream and social media.
The most satisfying spiritual and sexual experiences I’ve had were not in my twenties, thirties or even forties. They have been in my 50’s. The most insightful spiritual insights, and the most orgasmic orgasms have both arrived in middle age.
Since we get to see hundreds of thousands of faces over the course of our lives, we know that facial features can take all kinds of shapes and colours and textures and combinations. We don’t see people’s genitals nearly as often.
Music is a universal language. It has no gender. It belongs to everyone. For certain communities’ music has been a…
The body is our tangible hacker of the world. It experiences the world and the world experiences it. I do…
For them there is always a smile, and for them time has stood through. Memories are edged in the season of those years in which I met them.
When representing sexuality, these stories went beyond dramatic and one-dimensional representations of sex and sexual orientation.
By: Women’s Rights Campaigning Info-Activism Toolkit People are more likely to trust – and act on – messages from people they…
Funnily enough, porn played a massive role in helping me articulate my queerness (I am pansexual) and my even queerer desires.
Researchers have developed a high-tech bangle that notifies women of toxic fumes, in hopes of boosting maternal health in South…
“’Slut’ attacks a woman’s right to say yes. ‘Friend zone’ attacks a woman’s right to say no. And ‘bitch’ attacks her…
“For every incarnation of Rama, there is a Ramayana”, says AK Ramanujam in his essay ‘Three Hundred Ramayanas’. So, too, there…
Rama and Sita are no longer placeholders for chastity and virtue, but are human and they make excessive demands on each other, they are callous and take each other for granted all the time.
Like some perverted Pavlovian desire,
the wafting smell of fresh soap
that fills up the air in the bath
has my pupils dilate when walking out.