Gender
As clear as I was about my sexuality, I was just as unclear about how I wanted to look and what felt good.
(Tread gently. This article contains material on sexual assault) Dear A, I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe it…
I find that sports spaces demand that all athletes, irrespective of their gender, ‘play like men’. I was recently coaching…
Language can be a limiting thing when it alone is considered to be the marker of success or failure in intimate spaces. Sometimes we get stuck on what is said and fail to notice what is done in relationships. At other times, denial of a need, request, or crossing of one boundary can make us feel like the entire relationship has lost its value.
We are trained to see friendship as secondary love, but what if it is the first?
In theory, the concept of the app is a great one – it provides women, queer people, and people belonging to oppressed castes the tea-stall, cigarette-shop type of public spaces for conversation that are available to upper-caste cis het men. The relative anonymity acts like a safe cover, and the app affords a certain autonomy and agency to marginalised people to regulate the kind of conversation that goes on in rooms moderated by them.
The only substitute for “friend” is “friend” itself. Irreplaceable, singular.
On a larger scale, my non-normative sexuality is confined to tiny spaces, influenced by fear of impending violence, rejection and revulsion, even when one is privileged enough to live in a metropolitan city.
Here’s to some quiet time listening in to what people are saying, and consuming, on the Internet, particularly on social media, on the subject of gender and sexuality.
Singleness represents eschewing all that patriarchy imposes on us in the name of emotional and financial protection. Women who decide not to marry defy age-old ‘wisdom’ mixed with terrible psychological and biologically-backed explanations.
This article was reposted from Everyday Feminism. December 14, 2015 by Suzannah Weiss One night, my college boyfriend, two of his female…
… that feels so personal to me as a teenage girl, because it is indeed, “so confusing sometimes to be a girl.”