So tongue-in-cheek! Love it!

Joseph and Shankar decided to live together and adopt a baby girl. They named the child Satya. When Satya’s Dads were children, homosexuality was still not completely accepted. So, they had faced many challenges when they grew up. They wanted to make sure they were great parents, and they never wished to force a gender identity or sexual orientation on their child. As young adults, they had been actively participating in LGBT events. They had a good collection of books and DVDs about gender and sexuality.

One evening, Satya came home from college a bit early and got bored of reading her textbooks. So, she started to explore her Dads’ bookshelves. She read a few pages from one of the fat books and started thinking if she is a lesbian or a bisexual women. She found it strange that she could not categorize herself. Shankar noticed that Satya came out out of the study room with a confused face. So, he asked her what is bothering her. Satya said, “I read in one of your books about the different types of sexuality like heterosexual, homosexual, and bisexual, but I am not sure where I fit in. I am not even sure of my gender. I think I am a woman, but I do have some masculine qualities as well. Is this too confusing, Dad?”

Shankar smiled and replied, “Satya, my darling, don’t worry about all those labels. Words like heterosexuality, homosexuality, and bisexuality are used by psychologists and gender scientists to categorize sexual orientation. If you continue reading those books, you may come across other terms like pansexuality, polysexuality, androphilia, gynephilia, and ambiphilia. Learning these works might help you impress your friends, but you don’t need to fit into any category. To be happy in life, all you need is love. First accept and love yourself for who you are. Then, you can freely express you love to others. You should be glad that we are now in a society where you can express your love freely without bothering about your gender or the gender of the person you love. You are someone capable of giving and receiving love. Love is all you need to live a great life, Satya.”

Joseph who was listening to all this, interrupted, “Satya, your dad is one hundred percent right is saying love is all you need to live a great life, but right now I am hungry and really need some good food. Don’t you all want to have dinner tonight?” Shakar and Satya realized they were quite hungry as well. So, the family sat together for one of the most special dinners they had had.

It was a special day for Satya. She was relived to know that she does not need a label. In course of time, she got into a few relationships with boys and girls and she enjoyed every moment without being ever bothered about fitting into a category.

The End.

Once upon a time, there was a boy in Madurai called Vivek, who was just like the other boys, except that he liked to dress like a girl. His parents saw that this made him happy, and they never objected to it. In fact, for his tenth birthday, his father got him a beautiful pink skirt. His mother gifted him some nice dark lipstick. He went to school dressed as a girl. He looked prettier than most girls. No one made fun of him. Girls and boys alike admired his dress. He never desired to grow breasts or change his physical features to match that of a girl. Later on, he grew up to become a wonderful man and started dating a beautiful lady called Vidya. Vidya was a cisgendered heterosexual woman, but she also found Vivek attractive when he dressed like a woman. When they went out shopping clothes, both of them were always together in the lady’s section of the store. They felt lucky they could share what most other couples don’t: dresses. They got married and lived happily thereafter. The End.

Hope sprouts, unknowingly..and when one of my friend suggested me this site..yes i wanted to give it a try..because I love to write. Plus, what if somebody adores my story and knocks my door! 😉

*winks! and runs away!*

There was this boy, who grew up chasing rainbows and dreaming big in a small village of Andhra Pradesh. He was the eldest of three brothers and apple of his parent’s eyes. At 13, he told his mother that he wanted to grow up and marry a guy. She was worried and discussed this with her husband. They moved him to a co-ed school as they thought it would straighten things up. Four years passed by. Then, during an idle moment during summer break, he told his father that he had feelings for men and wanted to be with them. His parents were furious this time, and they asked the boy to move into the hostel as they feared he might be a bad influence on his two younger brothers.

Much water had flown under the bridge since the boy left his home. The dad kept silent, but the mom grew closer and accepted her boy for whatever he was. The boy graduated college, got a job in Chennai, found an another boy and starts to script his own fairy tale. In the meanwhile, increasing accessibility of the digital revolution and media helped the dad to read and understand the basics of gender and sexuality. That was the start. Dad called the boy one day, and they spoke for hours. The boy and the dad made peace with each other. The boy visited home again. All smiles.

From then onwards, the dad stood strong with his son against all odds. He fought with nosy relatives who tried to tell the family to get him married to a girl. Though, he didn’t know how to handle the boy’s heartbreak when it happened, he tried, by playing comedy movies and rustling up lovely meals for the entire family.

One fine night at the family dinner, the dad said that he was proud of the boy for sticking to his principles. The boy smiled and they lived happily ever after.

We met for the first time in front of St Anthony’s. There he stood, beaming like the emoticon that had a “D” for a mouth instead of the polite “)”. We had spent the last 2 weeks on phone, talking about everything under the sun and yet as we stood there in the Kochi summer, words eluded us. We were shy; we stole glances at each other every so often, looking away and blushing when we caught each other’s eyes. As we got onto the bus, he stood close by, making sure his hand touched mine innocently. We still couldn’t stop smiling. That was on Friday!

On Sunday I had tears in my eyes. The bus which would take me back to Bangalore was starting. He was the more brave one; his face revealed nothing. He bought a bottle of water and pushed it into my hands. He was walking away before I realized what was happening. Thankfully the bus was half empty, I could cry in peace. And then the phone rings.

“Chekka, I love you.”

“Shall I get off the bus?”

“No, Im half way home. Do you love me?”

“Idiot! The bus is moving. Shall I get off?”

“Don’t be stupid. Just say you love me.”

The bus was already making its way out onto the road. I caught a glimpse of him standing right behind the bus. Of course he hadn’t left, he loved me. I grabbed my backup and ran to the door. The driver refused to open the door until I threatened to jump. I was running to him before the door slammed shut. Panting and gasping I reached him. His eyes were moist. They were wide open in surprise and an then hope. The most beautiful pair of eyes in the whole wide world. “Of course I love you!” and we kissed in the middle of the KSRTC bus stand in Ernakulam.

Once upon a time there was a girl, who got scared of the fact that she was only attracted to girls and asked God for a miracle. The wish was to turn into a boy overnight. The schools records should change, the birth certificate should change, the memories of the friends should change and they should remember that they were friends with this awesome boy, whom the girls used to love when he flirted with them. The parents and every single person they knew should only remember that her parents had a son, and NOT a daughter. This is a fairy tale and therefore the miracle happened, she turned into this handsome gentleman who would respect the women for who they are.

He entered college, and before he knew it, he became best friends with his lab partner, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. The friendship had not started off very well, they were the worst of enemies where she used to ask the most basic doubts during lab sessions and though he would answering her patiently, he used to get annoyed. He used to tell everything to his mom, so he would go home and tell about her, about how she used to ask so many questions and annoy him to the core.

Then the second semester started, where they had to move to their own different departments as he studied IT and she did ECE. When the separation happened, that is when they both realized that it was so difficult to stay apart. They used to meet during intervals, breaks, Bus Park before the buses left for home and he used to be the most patient person with her. She would ask everything to him. They used to chat for hours in Yahoo Messenger after getting home, until it was so late to go to sleep for the early college next day. She used to wear sarees on symposium days but did not meet others, until he said to her a hundred times that she looked good in it and that there is nothing to be shy of. He would bunk his lab classes just to be with her during her department symposiums and be patient when she decided about the “n” number of poses that she wanted to give for the pictures that she wanted him to take.

It was the third year of college, when he went to his mother and said, “Mom, I know we are Gujarati, but would you mind if you have a Tamil daughter in law?” His mom and dad were the most understanding people; and he, with their permission planned on a great day to propose her. Luckily and awesomely he was born on Valentine’s Day. He arranged a dinner on the rooftop restaurant at the Residency hotel in Chennai. The table was overlooking a pool with the view of Chennai from 20th floor at night. There was soft romantic music being played by the live band and he waited downstairs in the lobby for her. He had called saying he is giving a treat to all his friends for his birthday at the Residency and she had teased about him being so rich. He had just laughed along with her and said, “Dress in something red, ok? I have asked everyone to.” And she teased again saying why he was getting so mushy about a group dinner. So he waited in the lobby, in his black suit with a red tie.

And there she was getting down from the auto, wearing the most beautiful red anarkali dress ever, with red heels and a matching bindi and beautiful ornaments whose beauty increased because she was wearing them. Her hair had always been tied into braids, but today he noticed her hair was so straight, long and the two strands that used to come down on her forehead the either side were the ones that used to take his breath away. He kept looking at her intently until she came very close and said, “Happy Birthday!” and broke the trance he had gone into after seeing her. She asked where everyone else was, he said he was waiting for them and asked her to go to the restaurant on 20th floor and wait for him up there. The hotel staff were involved with him in his plan and took her in a lift that stopped at many floors before it reached the top floor.

Then when she got out the 20th floor roof restaurant, there he was one his one knee with a ring in his hands waiting for her. She was taken by surprise, but before she could react, he started speaking. He said, “You are my Angel. I have had the best times with you, and I love to take care of you. I do not know if you love me, but this is true that every minute that I am apart from you, I miss you so much. I used to get annoyed when you asked me a lot of questions when we first met, but now I start hating the silence, if stop asking me your cute questions. Every time you ask me to look at you a 100 times to tell you that you look fine, I have taken deep sighs and thought to myself, My God this lady is beautiful. Sometimes when you talk about how a guy in your class looked cute, I used to feel like punching him on his face and I never knew why until I realized something. I have come to realize that you make me happy. And I would like to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I do not know, if you love me or even consider me as a very close friend, but for me, you are my Angel. Every time we attended the college day DJ nights, the only thing I have wanted to do, was take you in my arms and dance for all the romantic songs. But I know that if you feel the same way about me, I would never miss a chance a dance with my Angel anymore. So without further mushy talks, I would like to say that I love you so much and I would like to spend the rest of my life loving you for who you are. Will you marry me?”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Yes”. He put the ring on her finger, kissed her hand and asked, “Will you have a dance with me?” She nodded. The song “The Way You Look Tonight” played in the background and they both danced. He wrapped his hand around her waist and she placed her hand on his chest and there was beautiful electricity that flowed through their bodies. And they danced away for hours looking into each other’s eyes and seeing the future, the perfect future that they would plan together for themselves.

The End.