A digital magazine on sexuality, based in the Global South: We are working towards cultivating safe, inclusive, and self-affirming spaces in which all individuals can express themselves without fear, judgement or shame

The I Column

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A ‘girly’ feminist

Desiring motherhood meant veering into a more ‘girly’ territory, a notion that I had simultaneously been fighting and trying to embrace since childhood. I had understood that to be a feminist I had to be independent, be wary of men, dislike families and relationships.
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How much support is enough?

In the middle of this pandemic, can one seek sexual support in the form of a hook up with one’s best friend, ‘just because’? Is it redefining boundaries, is it sympathy sex, is it simple indulgence, or is it something that one or both might later resent?
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The Last Local To Vashi

I gave myself the freedom to choose. And I chose to re-examine my assumptions. Maybe it was possible to ask strange men for directions without being afraid of seeming vulnerable. Maybe I could plan my outfit without bothering about the fact that I would be travelling on public transport.
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Do we dare?

Exploring sexuality is innovative in itself. What does that mean? Well at the outset, the very fact that we are willing to explore our bodies, their sexual expression, their ability to experience pleasure in so many different ways, and that we go beyond social norms is groundbreaking in itself.
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From ‘I wish I knew!’ to ‘Is it right to tell them this?’

I wish my elders had told me about more than just bleeding when they talked about menstruation. I wish they had told me about sex, at an appropriate time. Because the way my friend described it to me in 11th grade sounded so yuck. Today, I’m 36 and sometimes in my head, it still triggers…

An open letter to a former friend

(Tread gently. This article contains material on sexual assault) Dear A, I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe it will help declutter my mind. ***  We met in 2013, by chance, at your university campus. Looking back, my first impression of you is in stark contrast to how I think of you today. I…

Journey with a transman: A self-reflective note

At present Neel[1] and I live-together, part-time. I write part-time because I stay alternately with him and with my sister in their respective domestic spaces and I do it on a weekly basis. We have been living this domestic arrangement since the end of 2017, and in 2018, Korno, our feline companion joined us. The…
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