Coming Out?
Pranks, news, sensationalism, and entertainment. That has what my identity has become. It's not my feelings and emotions that matter, but the weekly Jabardast show that has defined my sexuality to my parents: Before I could come out to them, before I was myself. "Hey, chikna! Aao na!"- was what they remember when they think of gay and it ain't me wanting my papa on my bed- but it what he would remember when I come out to him. Do I blame the trans community who did it? No. We are on the same boat. They did it to earn their living. I do it to feel a sense of belonging though, so I don't feel lonely atleast for a night. Sure, I have a boyfriend, but when I think of the times I haven't had one, all my "sexcapades" were all cause of me seeking something or someone around whom I felt normal. Sure, I was a hoe but back home in India, I had to go through my options on Grindr or facebook before I found someone who made me feel it is okay to be gay. Sure, ...