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<\/a><\/b><\/p>\nAs s\/he logged on<\/b><\/p>\n
to the Yahoo gay chat forum for the first time<\/p>\n
with the username intersex90<\/i>, the first<\/p>\n
minute was 32 pings.<\/p>\n
Of those 32 pings, only 31 were\u00a0tarnished by<\/p>\n
curiosity, and the remaining was an ad<\/p>\n
for dick size-enhancement.<\/p>\n
“So what do you have down there?” gayboy94<\/i> said,<\/p>\n
“I’m only asking,” and s\/he thought how “only<\/p>\n
asking” when actually asking was redundant.<\/p>\n
The ping bell didn’t stop: delhi10inch<\/i> said “I have never<\/p>\n
met an intersex person,” “Do you have sex?” “So you<\/p>\n
have both penis and vagina, really? Hot!”<\/p>\n
and when s\/he thought, s\/he’d log out because maybe<\/p>\n
this is not the right chat forum, bottomboy95<\/i> said<\/p>\n
‘Yuck, how does someone even suck you?’<\/p>\n
so right before logging out, nervous though, s\/he be like,<\/p>\n
on forum chat so all can see: “It’s gorgeous down<\/p>\n
there, & I do just fine,\u00a0and yes, fuck you.”<\/p>\n
“My address” – Amrita Pritam<\/b><\/p>\n (tr. from Amrita Pritam’s ‘Mera Pata’<\/a>)<\/p>\n Today, I wiped off the house-number<\/p>\n on my door,<\/p>\n erased\u00a0the name of\u00a0my street, and more,<\/p>\n wherever I found signs giving people directions,<\/p>\n I rubbed them clean,<\/p>\n but if you still somehow mean<\/p>\n to find\u00a0me,<\/p>\n knock on every door, in every street,<\/p>\n of every city and\u00a0country\u00a0–\u00a0keep guessing,<\/p>\n this is a curse,\u00a0this is a blessing –\u00a0roam,<\/p>\n and wherever you’ll find a free spirit,<\/p>\n know, that is my home.<\/p>\n [Varun is typing]<\/b><\/p>\n Varun: Hey how have you been? You know <\/span> [Uday is typing]<\/p>\n Uday: Hiiii I’d just been thinking about you, where<\/span> Kiss<\/b><\/p>\n The kiss on the cheek marks affection,<\/p>\n the kiss on the hand\u00a0takes you nearer,<\/p>\n the kiss on the lips\u00a0burns\u00a0circumspection<\/p>\n to dust, the kiss on the neck\u00a0dips you<\/p>\n headlong in lust, and when love exceeds<\/p>\n so much that it knows not what it implies,<\/p>\n you find yourself reaching and kissing him<\/p>\n on his eyes.<\/p>\n I was scared to talk to him, he\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n was so beautiful that I was all<\/p>\n psyched, his eyes were like…,<\/p>\n his hair were like…, when he<\/p>\n turned to look at you, you turned<\/p>\n into…, so try as I might, I couldn’t<\/p>\n do, but then one day, in one of<\/p>\n those moments of courage that<\/p>\n come\u00a0very, very few, I wrote to<\/p>\n him, being all spruce and fly,<\/p>\n asking him “So why haven’t we<\/p>\n met so far?” giving him the cue,<\/p>\n he said: “I was scared to talk to you.”<\/p>\n Though my memory might be dim,<\/b><\/p>\n but I remember, the bar, the<\/p>\n walk back, him. I remember his<\/p>\n middle name spelled in gin, &<\/p>\n the evening moving on a whim.<\/p>\n And where the Caledonian Road<\/p>\n turned like a river, where the<\/p>\n lights of King’s Cross limned<\/p>\n his black jacket, his short hair,<\/p>\n and his eyes as brown as sin.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n
\njust last week I had been thinking of you<\/span>
\nVarun: Listen hey I’d been meaning to tell you<\/span>
\nsomething for a while but<\/span>
\nVarun: Hey I saw you near PVR Saket the other day<\/span>
\nand I was going to<\/span>
\nVarun: Hi Uday, have you seen Margarita, with a Straw<\/em>,<\/span>
\nWould you want to go this week?<\/span>
\nVarun: I don’t know how to say this but I’m just going to, <\/span>
\nVarun: Hiiiii<\/span>
\nVarun: Hi<\/p>\n
\nhave you been<\/span>
\nUday: Hellooooo you, long time!<\/span>
\nUday: Varun!!!<\/span>
\nUday: Hiiii, you know I saw you near PVR Saket <\/span>
\nthe other day\u00a0and was going to say hi but<\/span>
\nUday: You know you have a long life, I was just<\/span>
\nUday: Hi<\/p>\n<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n