Comments on: Dykotomy: growing up lesbian in India

By: Amanda Mask

Amanda Mask — Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:36:50 +0000

I sent this to my friend in Tampa right away in hopes that she could find you a nice indian lesbian to be friends with but she couldn’t 🙁 I think okcupid might let you sort people by race, and you can select “I don’t want to see or be seen by straight people”, that’s nice. I know there must be another Tampa indian lesbian for you to connect with!!!!

By: june

june — Sun, 21 May 2017 19:32:52 +0000

In reply to coco. yeah. my biggest fear is not acceptance from my family or society, its the fear of dying alone. its too sad majority of us prefer staying silent and act straight . its too hard being a lesbian in India.

By: Sakshi

Sakshi — Tue, 30 Aug 2016 13:11:10 +0000

This is, wow, three years late.
I’m 15 years old. I’m from Kerala, but I don’t live in India. Let’s just say my family and myself stay in a place where being gay isn’t exactly appreciated. (A nice way of saying “punishable by death”.)
My mother’s side is settled in Chennai, so I can relate to you. If you’re seeing this, know that I can relate, and I haven’t been able to do that before.
When I was younger, I was pretty much convinced I was a boy. I played football with all the boys in my class while all the girls scorned me for being a ‘tomboy’, but funnily, I didn’t really mind. I was happy with the boys and that was that.
But then we grew up, and the hormones began kicking in. Before I knew it, the boys were trying to kiss the girls and the girls mooned over them with all the soul they had.
As for me, I tried so hard to fit in, even chose a boy and tried to “crush” on him, like all the others were doing. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t, and it seriously puzzled me.
Seventh grade, and I couldn’t take my eyes off this one girl. I went back to my childhood thesis that I was probably a boy – this confirmed my desire to bind my chest with bandages, my fascination with girls and their bodies, short, short hair – people often mistook me for a boy.
(I once went a whole half hour chatting with an elderly woman at the grocery store pretending like I was a boy. She kept calling me ‘son’ lmao)
By eight grade, I’d learnt the drums, had electric blue tips for my hair, didn’t know the difference between mascara and eyeliner but knew how to work the consol my eighteen year old cousin brothers played with.
I was called the ‘boy’ of my class. I can’t say I didn’t like it. C:
Ninth grade, I started noticing one particular girl. We’d been friends for nearly two years, she was even in my gang. Squad. Whatever.
Anyway, I remember looking at her one day – the way she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, how her eyes crinkled into black crescent moons when she laughed.
She was single handedly the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, Ruby Rose included in the list.
I couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her, because it was so weird liking a girl then. Must’ve been our age.
So I tried to let it slide, but it never did. She made my heart shake, bend and break. I fell into the rabbit hole.
And I went nearly every day cursing myself about what a fuck-up I was.
But we got close, her and I. And something, SOMETHING about her screamed at me to not ever give up.
I didn’t, and that wasn’t a mistake.

Slowly but surely, it begun. Her lingered fingers on mine, secret smiles from across the room, meaningful hugs. And eventually we were kissing, in our own universe, and feeling her relieved smile on my lips – it was brilliant. Is brilliant.

She still makes my heart shake, bend and break.

p.s. sorry if this is kinda cheesy or unrelated, but I don’t talk much and words don’t come easily to me either.

By: brenda

brenda — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 17:45:04 +0000

All the same feels. Bet there are a ton of south asians, indians, sub continent folks with similar stories waiting to be told. Probably the hardest is coming to terms with oneself. Everything else is secondary there after. Keep telling thesee stories till they are seen as mainstream. 🙂

By: Kris Rama

Kris Rama — Thu, 24 Dec 2015 02:33:32 +0000

CHECK OUT this Indian lesbian couple on YouTUBE: https://youtu.be/f4t-6WlCXRI

By: coco

coco — Sat, 25 Jul 2015 09:51:44 +0000

hey! thank you so much for being a great inspiration! I’m a 2nd year med student at Kolkata. Somehow, i have always been aware of my attraction to the same sex. But it was only over the past six months that i finally came to terms with my sexuality and accepted it.
“short hair, boys’ clothes, gentleman manners, a way with the ladies…” This describes me too ( well, except hair. i wear mine shoulder length). I came out to two of my friends and I’m lucky they too it very positively. But I don’t think my family will do the same.
My biggest fear, though, is not my family’s reaction. It is, being alone. Till today, i haven’t come across any lesbian around me. Even if i have, i don’t know, it’s such a hush- hush here… still, I’m holding on to hope that someday I’ll find my Princess!!

By: Zeebs

Zeebs — Fri, 22 Aug 2014 21:13:02 +0000

Very relatable.

Life is a series of coming out, and coming out constantly. It just gets easier and easier each time.

By: Amrita

Amrita — Sun, 09 Mar 2014 23:44:46 +0000

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By: Zubi

Zubi — Tue, 10 Dec 2013 18:46:19 +0000

Yup..well said…its a bitter reality but im proud of u..:) im from pakistan

By: Sam

Sam — Tue, 14 May 2013 21:09:58 +0000

Hey everyone,
It’s Sam, the author of the article. First of all, thank you all for taking the time to comment. Knowing that there are so many out there who take away something from my work makes the sharing so much more worth it.
To all of you struggling with being gay or just being different, let me tell you this from my experiences. It’s pointless wanting to be like everyone else when clearly you are so much more. Embrace the difference, embrace the b.s. the world hands you, feel every emotion, I promise you will come out stronger for it.
Have I mellowed down? Yes, I have. Enough to understand myself and the world around me, but not enough to lose sight of the good fight