[slideshow_deploy id=’489′] TARSHI at the Delhi Queer Parade 2013
In Warsaw, it was a remnant. My first lesson in language barriers came with an incorrect translation of the time…
Many among us are called names, are greeted with aggressive taunts and jeers on the very streets we boldly occupy at least once every year,so we go on living docilely until the next Pride, when performative reclamation of spaces becomes possible.
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.