She wanted to say no, but felt compelled to say yes. She would signal how she truly felt, but he would pretend not to understand. Consent proved tricky and elusive, until she developed the muscle she needed to say ‘no’.
August 2nd, 2018
Freedom has no fixed address. It’s meanings are always changing, always on the move. Like Jugni.
August 15th, 2017
6 Indian poems through the ages that sing of love, fantasy, and a democracy of desires.
Women out at night, filling it up, in the pictures of Anushree Fadnavis
August 10th, 2017