Sexuality
The researchers also concluded there was no evidence that children raised by a single parent or same-sex couples were less competent or well-rounded than other children. If anything, studies of single-parent families show these men and women are more flexible in their parenting styles than they are given credit for.
In those moments of doubt, when we wonder whether we can really make a difference in the world, it is often our work friends who remind us why we began.
She was 17 when she was rescued from a dance bar. Now she’s 18 and she wants to go back. As an adult. And…
If the Internet didn’t exist, I believe I would be a highly insecure person. Don’t read that the wrong…
Language itself is being plugged as a resource, to be shared with those who share similar politics, or if not, at least to move them along in that direction. And people who speak, think, love and live differently are targeted as “the other”.
From silver screens to pages penned,
Our identities explored, where journeys never end.
Remember Simone de Beauvoir said, one is not born a woman but rather becomes one? A trip to the ladies’…
While we were researching women’s access to public space in Mumbai under the aegis of the Gender and Space Project,…
A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we…
i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…
I am a 25-year-old cis woman and I recently had sex with another woman for the first time. It was new, it felt nice, but it just didn’t feel safe.
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
I knew that I was gay since time knows when. The society made me know. Be it my friend’s snarky…
What is fiction? Is it born of reality? Or does it birth reality, reflecting it back at me until I see the things I do not see? Until I find the person that is me? Until I dance my horse dance under moon, under stars, in a room full of people who like horse dancing just as much as they like the swirly skirt and the pot-bellied person doing the Bhangra.
Her eyes are open now, she looks at him. There is sadness there. “What my love? What happened?” he asks….