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anjalis-ennui · 3 years

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hello hello! i decided to do the pride month event by @desi-lgbt-fest! i wrote this piece to honor my trans mtf cousin who isn't out to her parents yet.

disclaimer: this is in no way trying to dictate the experiences of actual trans people (i am not trans). this is simply my take on how it must feel. i apologize for any inconsistencies or misinformation, and i would love to get feedback!

warnings: mentions of strangulation, smoking (figurative), and suicide attempts

day 1: pride

Beauty. She felt beautiful in her dress, twirling and twirling around like the merry-go-rounds of her childhood. She was dancing on air, the clouds her audience and the sky her stage. Her long hair, bound by her pagdi, felt like it was blowing in the wind, her hairy arms bristling with the cold air of the early morning. She hated that she had to hide her true nature in the dark, shrouded by trees, but what other way could she truly feel happy?

Chains. Her body felt like chains around her as she biked. She looked around at the people walking and glancing at her and knew that they saw a fat boy biking down the street. Hell, they might even comment on her "headwear" and how uncouth it was. She swallowed her strangled sob and continued biking. How uncouth of her.

Culture. Her culture seemed like a noose, strangling her where she stood. Little did her culture know that swallowing pills and jumping into a river hadn't worked, so what would a noose do? Whatever God was up there didn't want her dead, so why should she bother trying? This piece of cloth she wore to bind her hair was like a glaring sign to every Indian within miles that she was a boy. She wasn't. She couldn't be.

Duty. Was her duty to her culture, her heritage, or her heart? Watching Mulan with her cousin had given her more existential questions to mull over with a blunt of ennui. Heart or heritage? She might as well run away when she turned eighteen, lose all connection to her past, and create a new future where she was herself--no one else.

Heart. Her heart felt like it might break into pieces. She was selfish, there was no denying that. Why else would she want to run away? She would give up all hope of convincing her parents she was born in the wrong body, but her soul was still the same. There was no point.

There is no point.

#lgbtq #transgender #trans pride #desi lgbt fest #gaysis 2021 #jade's jasmine tea #suicide tw #suicide attempt tw #strangling tw #drugs tw #smoking tw

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thembrooklynboysbig · 3 years

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it sucks not being the only queer family memeber :( my older sis stole all the homophobia first

#gaysis 2021 #bicycle #life sukcs #antigay

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paneerlajwanti · 3 years

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day 1: pride

for @desi-lgbt-fest

power and love flowing through your veins,

finally freeing yourself

wind kissing your face as you look at the flag in all its glory

butterflying away and fighting for

the touch of a loved one without hesitation

stealing intimate moments under the tree,

spirit and soul ignited by their one glance,

dried flowers pressed under love letters,

subtle rainbow themes pouring into life,

pride is everywhere, it is in everywhere

i know it because i carry it tenderly in me

taglist for my loves and my babes

@spiderrpcrker @cynical-ravenclaw @thebookwormslytherin @dragoncreek319 @an-adventureland @gulaabjamoon @tiredcoffeebeanthings @qafiranaa @lolfluff @mango-pickle @chiaseedsz @fandom-food-fire @sam1772 @bookedforevermore @gopikanyari @will-die-without-chai @allthingsmarvel100 @scatter-brain-at-work @thequirkybookaholic @anjali750

#pride 2021 #gaysis #desi lgbt fest #lgbtqia+

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incorrectswordamdshieldquotes · 3 years

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Bede: I love cheating

Bede: If you don’t cheat, what the hell is wrong with you?

Hop: Have you ever been cheated on?

Bede: I forgot some people are in relationships.

Bede: To clarify, I love to violate academic integrity on exams.

#source: gaysie and fleurdelys-fletri here on tumblr #do not cheat on people #bede pokemon #hop pokemon #incorrect quotes #incorrect pokemon #incorrect pokemon quotes #incorrect swsh #incorrect swsh quotes #May 8 2021

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Hello Gaysis!

How are we feeling with the Fest so close??? I thought I would make a masterpost. So-

Welcome to Desi LGBT Fest 2021!!!

🧡💛💚💙💜💖

This June, the pride month for all the gays, we Gaysis are going to celebrate our desi queer pride here on tumblr! With this fest we aim to create and collect a diaspora of queer content that is set in our surroundings.

I have been posting desi/queer/desi queer content for past month or so as an inspiration- a reminder that we exist, always have been and always will- and there definitely are, out there, our stories, our art, and our history. I have also made a handy 30 day prompt list for specific word associated inspiration. Take a look!

It's time, with coming pride month that we participate as well! It can be anything!! It can be

-stories,

-art,

-moodboard,

-songs,

-playlists,

-memories,

-(and inspired by desi-anon-confessions) it can be anonymous queer confessions as well.

Everything you create for the Fest- Be it according to 30 day prompt challenge or just content separate from it, you can

Post it on your account and tag @desi-lgbt-fest

Submit it to this blog to be directly posted

If you are planning to post elsewhere- instagram, ao3 etc, send me a link and mention our Fest for which it was made on those platforms.

There's a separate post outlining rules and guidelines for content which is here. Please follow it. It's not much, just very basic things to keep in mind.

I honestly have no idea how many people will be finally participating and how much content there will be. It might end up being three people religiously following the 30 day prompts, it might be fifty people submitting one thing or another. But it's been real pleasure hunting for gaysi content on our hellsite <3

I will only post the content created for the Fest during the June month.

After the Fest.. well, we'll see. I want to keep posting and reblogging Desi Queer stuff, but I'm not the most consistent person out there and I don't want it to fizzle into nothing by mid july...

But I do aim to make this fest a yearly thing- no matter how this year goes.

That's it! I hope you guys have enjoyed the ride. Let's get going!!!

🧡💛💚💙💜💖

#Desi LGBT Fest #Last day before the Pride guys aaaaaaa #desi tag #desi #desiblr #india #south asia #pakistan #sri lanka #nepal #bhutan #bangladesh #desi queer #desi lgbt #lgbt pride #queer #queer representation #Gaysis 2021

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Help, I'm reading an essay in homoeroticism in Amitabh Bacchan Films

#the things I do for you guys #i'm not saying it's bad #i just never thought I would ever see this #there's a LOT of gay academic lit guyss #Desi LGBT Fest #Gaysis 2021 #desi tag

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Hindi Song Queries:

Is this song about gay love or is the female love interest is given male pronouns for aesthetic?

#bollywood #desi tag #reblog with such songs you remember #or any gender neutral love songs #Gaysis 2021 #Desi LGBT Fest

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Day 5: Platonic

A story I wrote for today's prompt. It's a story about two middle aged men realising the happiness they want can come in many different forms.

1. 8 k words.

Cw: Mild homophobia. Incorrect language. It's indicative of character's understanding, not mine.

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When Vikram Kumar first transferred to their branch, Nath wasn't impressed. Theirs was a small transport company, still somehow holding on against the giants of the industry. They were doing well for themselves; they had branches in few neighbouring states where the business was concentrated. And yeah, the company policy does state that employees should get transferred around every 4 years or so. But that never really happened. Nath had been working at Gada transport ltd for more than 25 years now and the only way anybody new ever came in the office was if someone died or retired.

That was what had happened. Another clerk, Nisha Bhagwan, had a heart attack at the computer and in came Vikram Kumar, a transfer from Nagpur. The office people took to him like animals take to the new clown at the circus. Nobody was really sad about Mrs Bhagwan's passing. She was old and in an office full of other old people, they were just waiting for the hat to drop on someone. Better Mrs Bhagwan than us.

They inquired after him, after his family, his mother's family, his neighbour's family, his neighbour's dog's family. When they found out that he was divorced and currently living in a sketchy hotel, they immediately turned to Nath.

Nath, or Adinath, as his name was, owned two flats in his society. Two flats side by side, one in which he lived. He very famously refused to rent it out to families or students or single women. Which meant, he never really rented it out. It actually quite suited to his own solitary silent life. But he regretted boasting about it in the office because here came his perfect rent.

"I- uh. The apartment is very dirty and I'd have to clean it," he started making excuses.

Vikram Kumar shrugged. "I don't mind. Better than listening to the sex noises coming from the side wall." Raucous laughter emerged, unhampered by the fact that their only woman employee wasn't there anymore.

Nath couldn't say no.

Vikram Kumar did turn out to be an ideal renter. He was silent. No guests. Rent, which Nath had kept a little high to dissuade, always on time. Sometimes old hindi songs drifted from his flat but Nath didn't mind. As his novelty wore off and office people stopped fawning over him, Nath did find himself to be quite okay with Vikram Kumar's existence.

A distinct mark in his favour was that he didn't laugh when at their regular chai break (5 minute break that always turned into a 45 minute one) the others made him familiar with Nath's title as the resident Bramhachari.

"Never married, never looks at a woman," Bhosle, their manager remarked.

"Hey you remember that time when that bombshell came in complaining about some lost package? Nath did not even look away from her face."

"Pakka gentleman, I tell you. He's not the customer complaint manager for nothing."

Everybody guffawed. Nath gave his regular pained smile. Vikram Kumar smiled back. For a moment, Nath thought it was a smile of understanding.

Eventually, Nath started offering Vikram Kumar a ride home on his ancient scooter. He obliged. When the ride turned regular, Vikram Kumar started contributing for petrol. Another mark in his favour.

13 months later, Vivek Chand, accountant, retired. In came a new hire, Ashalata Waad.

Suddenly many colleagues started turning up in pressed shirts and oiled hair. Nath merely shook his head and laughed at their preening. It was their colleagues' turn to laugh when Ms. Ashalata, recently widowed, took to Nath. Furtive smiles. Sympathy over dealing with difficult clients. Nath of course did not notice. But the other colleagues did. And out of sympathy for Ms Ashalata's feelings, they gently took her to a side after a week or so and directed her towards someone more likely to respond; the new divorcee, Vikram Kumar.

That, Nath certainly noticed.

That evening, Nath left without offering a ride to him.

Next morning, everyone noticed the distinct coldness between Ms Ashalata and Vikram Kumar. It was a long day too. Some trouble with licensing of a large shipment, everybody had to stay behind. It was well over 8 when people started leaving. Vikram came over to Nath's desk and tapped on it.

"I don't think this late I will find a riksha like yesterday. Will you please give a ride home?"

Nath sighed. He wasn't petty after all. Well, not much.

The streets were near empty. Theirs was a small town. One that eats at 8 and sleeps at 10. Nath's scooter cut through the silence and the sickly orange lights of the streetlamps like an interloper. They were crossing the Hutatma Chauk when Vikram asked him to stop.

"What for?"

"It was a long and stressful day. I wanted us a relax a bit at the park bench before we go home."

"I'm not going-"

"Please yaar."

Nath sighed.

Stopping the scooter at side, they both walked to the circle where statue of some forgotten freedom fighter stood, benches around it. Surprisingly, there were some people ambling around. Old couples taking a rest from nightly walk. A group of youngsters.

After having the sound of scooter in the ears for past five minutes, the sudden silence was deafening.

"I don't think Ms Waad would be talking to me again," Vikram Kumar started without preamble, a laughter in his voice.

Nath sighed and ran a hand through in thin hair. "You didn't do any-"

"No no, oh god no! I just said I'm not interested. I think that was enough for her to be offended."

"She's not your type?" he probed gently, curious.

Vikram was silent for a moment and then burst out with sudden emotion, "Why does it matter? Why one single woman and one single man can not stay without having an affair? Ye saala bollywood-" Nath hushed him, noticing the people around.

"Sorry." Vikram said, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I get it. Years ago, when I told my father I was gay-"

"You're what??"

Nath felt like he made a tremendous mistake in judgement. But he was a grown man dammit, he will hold his ground!

"I said I am gay." Nath held his gaze. Vikram Kumar stared back, unknown range of emotions passing. Eventually he broke the gaze, ran a hand through his own balding hair and sat back.

He shook his head. "I am not gay, if that's why you-"

"That wasn't-"

"I'm NOT. I like women. I- I mean men are good too. I. I don't-"

Nath couldn't help it. He broke into a loud laugh. Like Vikram had performed some excellent comedy sketch.

Vikram punched him lightly on his shoulder, a smile evident on his face.

"I just meant, men, women. All are same to me. Honestly, I didn't mind being married to Sheela. I provided for her, I cared for her wellbeing. Our.. bedroom relations were less ideal but I didn't shut her out. I did my duty."

"I'm guessing she wanted someone who didn't see her as a duty?"

Vikram shrugged. "She was nice about it. Told me plain and simple she found someone else. We didn't have kids. It was easy. Well. As easy as it could be. She told the court I was impotent for swift divorce. I agreed. It caused drama in families though, which is why I asked for a transfer."

"Mrs Bhagwan died at a really opportune moment then."

They both shared a laugh and things fell silent once again.

"So you are... one of those," Vikram tried to say casually.

The elderly couple had left. A newly wed looking one took their place. Nath suddenly felt he was thrown back in time.

"I don't have much family," he started. "Mother died when I was young. Theirs was a love marriage, quite unusual for the times. They had run away and so had lost their families. My father raised me well enough; started pestering me for marriage when I got the job at 22. I kept avoiding for few years. But eventually I had to tell him. I wasn't going to ruin some poor woman's life." Nath looked pointedly at Vikram. Vikram didn't take offence. Just laughed self-consciously. Mark in his favour etc etc.

"Father raged for days. Didn't raise his hand on me, didn't tell anyone else but we fought a lot. It wasn't that he denied my condition. He just wanted a family. On some level we understood each other. I realise it now. I knew he wanted me to marry because he didn't want his hard fought family to die with me. And I guess, he probably knew what it meant to love someone you weren't supposed to.

He died soon after."

"When you were thirty, I remember you telling me."

Nath nodded. "I was free. I had a place of my own. A job. No family to hide myself from. I felt guilty over feeling relieved. I felt angry at being guilty. Then came sadness over being angry. That sadness stayed for a decade."

Vikram asked, "So you never...?

Nath shook out of his trip to memory lane. "Hm?"

"Are you? A bramhachari? Did you ever find-"

"There were some men here and there. Obviously there wasn't going to be a relationship," Nath scoffed. "If you know where to look, you can find release. But after Father died, I don't know, I rarely ever went looking for anybody. I didn't have it in me."

Vikram laughed. "Look at us. Two old men, all on their own, no happy family for us."

"Speak for yourself, I'm barely a day over 40," said the man, almost 50.

Vikram laughed again, looking at him with such fondness in his eyes. Nath felt sharp fear for a moment. Then he decided to be an adult again.

"You look well for your age too."

"Nath..."

Nath shivered at hearing his name. It was an intimate name. People didn't say it much. But it fit in Vikram's mouth.

"I don't want to change anything," Vikram said. "I'm happy as things are. It's ideal. I can't offer anything more."

Nath got up, brushing dust from his pants. It had gotten late. They were alone at the circle. A vehicle passing by to remind them of the world that exists.

"I'll take whatever you can offer," he said, looking away from him.

"Friendship? For as long as I live?" Vikram held out his hand.

Nath looked at it. Big, warm. Hairy. Pale skin where the wedding ring used to sit. He extended his own and took it.

"As long as I live."

... Let me know if you like it enough to see some other prompts involving them... I have so many headcanons for them.

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Submitting some anonymous fluff for the prompt "Magic": what if there was a folktale about a queer witch?

Kalbaishakhi (bengali): Nor'westers

Dayani (bengali): witch

Bidhu (bengali): moon

Maina loved mangoes. She could eat them all day. Summer was her favourite season because summer brought bright juicy mangoes to be devoured at record speed. So, when she moved to her uncle's village Maina was ecstatic. Her mother used to tell her and her siblings stories about the mango trees in the woods near her childhood home. She'd tell them how she would rush to collect the sweet fruit with her brothers after every kalbaishakhi. "Those fruits were perfect. Even the pickiest of eaters loved them. It was as if they were grown by some supernatural force."

Maina was determined to taste these mangoes but everyone warned her of the dayani who lived in the woods. The scary stories, undoubtedly exaggerated, did not bother her. One day, right after a kalbaishakhi, she sneaked out while it was still raining to find the fabled mango trees. After what seemed like hours of walking and hundreds of mosquito bites, she stumbled upon a thatched hut, nestled amidst a thicket of mango trees. Paying no heed to the warnings of her elders, Maina picked up as many mangoes as she could fit in her dupatta. She found a comfortable spot under a tree where she could finally enjoy the fruits of her labour.

"Enjoying my fruit, I see. When is the last time you ate? You're eating like a starved creature."

Startled, Maina turned around to see a tall figure draped in a blue saree, thick curls cascaded down their shoulders. "Um...are you the dayani everyone is terrified of?"

"Look around you! Little hut hidden deep in the forest, random woman with unruly hair. Obviously, I'm the dayani. The real question is, why aren't you scared?"

"I'd do anything for a good mango and these, my friend, are the best mangoes I have ever tasted."

The witch laughed. "You're right about that. I use a special potion one these trees. The recipe is rare and centuries old."

"So, these trees are magic," excalimed Maina. "Ma was right all along. Sorry, I'm Maina. And who are you?"

Bidhu was surprised at her frankness. "You're not bothered by the whole witch thing at all, huh? Fine. My name's Bidhu."

Maina smiled. "The moon, indeed. By the way, your hair is gorgeous."

"Compliments won't make me forget your thieving ways, Maina," Biddhu said, rolling her eyes.

It was Maina's turn to laugh. "I know. But will they make you invite me inside so I can dry myself?" Maina sheepishly assessed her loot, "We could eat these together?"

Bidhu recognised that twinkle in Maina's eyes, letting her know they were not unlike each other. Hand in hand, they walked into the hut, the dupatta full of mangoes floating in behind them.

ohohohoh,

Mango Orchard? Check

Dupatta? Check

A sassy witch? Double Check!!!! Can this GET any gayer?

#desi lgbt fest #gaysis 2021 #30dpc: day 14 #magic #short story #wlw #lesbian #folklores #bengali #witch #desi tag #desi queer #desi lgbt #desiblr #desi pride #queer representation #south asia #pride month

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Me trying to come up with word prompts for the 30 days prompt challenge:

Longing

Rusted

Seventeen

Nine

Benign...

#help #30 days prompt challenge #pls lmk if this is something you guys are even interested in #Gaysis 2021 #Desi tag #mcu #winter soldier #bucky barnes

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Today's Prompt- Day 11- Home

Is home a place?

A person?

A wisp of a memory that cripples you with nostalgia and the painful realisation that you don't have 'that' anymore?

For many queers, we long to leave the one we already have because it doesn't fit, it's too suffocating, or even unsafe.

There's no deadline on finding a home. A shelter. A piece of tranquility and safety.

Home is where you go every night to lay your head and dare to close your eyes.

Where you stretch your rainbow wings and dare to dream.

So what is home?

Is home a place?

A person?

A vision of future you're building brick by brick?

#Okay I was just going to post this as a reminder for today's prompt #but it turned into a semblance of a poem #goddamn #i'm gonna have to put all the tags now #desi lgbt fest #gaysis 2021 #30dpc: day 11 #home #poetry #it doesn't fit the desi of my gaysi standard but idgaf ha!#imagine its desi because the bricks used are indian made :)#desi tag #desi lgbt #desi queer #desi pride #pride month #it's a bit sad innit

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desi-lgbt-fest · 3 years

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Some basic Rules and Notes

All work will be posted with due credit and the creators retain all rights for it.

For this event, I’m keeping things limited to tumblr where we are all safe behind our blog identities. However, if you want to post your work elsewhere as well, you definitely can, as long as you credit the Desi LGBT Fest for which it was made.

Any work cannot involve purposeful hate, direct attacks or otherwise bashing of any other queer identity. Any depiction of homophobia needs to be tagged as such.

Any work cannot involve purposeful hate, direct attack or otherwise bashing of any religion, ethnicity, or real life persons. Any such content needs to be tagged as such.

We’re focusing on fictional media as much as possible, however if you want to submit photographs, essays, non fiction, stories of any kind that involves real events, people or places, three things are mandatory-

Sources

Consent of people featured as much as possible

Respect, above all.

This event is to encourage new creations as much as possible, but you have any existing art, stories or content that you want to get features on the blog, you can submit it. I can post it on the Desi LGBT Fest blog in the meantime as inspiration for the creators and to keep the blog active. However, it will be specifically tagged as inspiration for the creators

Regarding content in non English languages-

It will be featured as it is. Others are welcome to translate it for accessibility with the permission of the creators. But the main purpose of the fest is to create Queer Content for the Desis and it’s important that the content in your own language also gets a platform.

It will definitely get lesser engagement than the content in English. That is to be expected. But the goal is not maximum engagement. The goal is freedom of expression. The goal is to create a place where I can find queer desi content and if I find it in my mothertongue? Cherry on the fucking top!

All NSFW content will be properly tagged. This Fest is for all, minors included!!! There's nothing inherently 18+ about queer identities and minors should feel safe to participate in this event as well.

#Desi LGBT Fest Notice #Desi LGBT Fest #Gaysis 2021 #This is what I have so far #if you have any other concerns that you feel are not addressed #feel free to ask me about it

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