
Boidurzomoni “You are not approachable.” I really had a tough time digesting this sentence. So the problem is me? I didn’t know exactly what was happening to me, but I got triggered. I felt, I felt- it was better to sit in a knife and suffer. All of my life, I have blamed myself for

Prem In my experience, bisexual men are fabulous. They gave me some of my best experiences and memorable moments. They have a very mature sense of dealing with a person and a vast range of emotional capabilities, which they probably get from dating both men and women. When I was in denial and trying to

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The mental health of queer people is an issue that has been heavily under-researched and underrepresented in the media. This lack of adequate representation might lead to the misconception that queer people are “happy”. Actually, the LGBTQ+ community is often ridiculed for having “the best mental health” – in terms of depression, suicide rate, self-identity

Queer culture in Bangladesh is often represented through a bisexual, gay, lesbian or trans lens. Not many are familiar with pansexuality or with the term even. Let’s break down how this ‘new’ identity differs from the familiar ones. What is pansexuality? Well, it obviously doesn’t mean that you’re attracted to pots and pans. Yes, it’s

A not-so-conventional young kid suddenly finds herself at the house of her aunt Begum Jaan. As she never fails to pick a fight, her mother, while going far from home, leaves her at her aunt’s for a few days where she would not find anybody to fight with. She shares the bedroom with her aunt

Part 1: The Lesbian Sex Edition As a queer person and a doctor, I’ve always wanted to write about safe sex practices among the LGBTQ+ community because unlike heterosexual relationships, safe queer sex is not discussed as openly or as informatively. Not to mention, medically accurate information is hard to come by. People mostly go

For many of us, our faith is such a vital part of our identity that all the other parts of it are its appendages — conflating, gradually, into it. However, for some of us, we find a conflict here. A vital part of ourselves that doesn’t quite go with our faith. It is this conflict

I woke with a jolt from my sleep. There was a hand touching my chest. My whole body froze. Oh God please not again. I was shaking in fear but tried really hard to hide it. I didn’t want him to know I was awake hoping he would stop soon. 12 years old me still

I tried. I tried as hard as I could. Not to drown in this void, That fills my heart every now and then, Whenever I think about myself. I had been a silly little kid, When I was not touched by agony, But it was as if thousands of years ago. I used to be