Ladies&Gents

Savitha Day by Day

I am following Savita Bhabhi‘s progress with great interest. In the last strip she has acquired an attractive but taciturn husband who she can cheat on with our blessings. The last strip even give her a bit of a bitchy streak. But in the newest strip she has returned to being the idiot ingenue. She’s...

Singing hurray for love

More Batman art by Mark Chamberlain here. (At work my fag-hag identity is so much in the distant background it was hilarious doing the piece about the gay pride marches. Especially when well-intentioned sources lectured me in case I was suffering from a severe bout of homophobia.) ON JUNE 29, Lakshmi Mathur, a Bangalore-based writer...

Riding in the Fossil fuel Zenana

I am definitely receding. Watching music videos is more appealing than anything else these days. I wonder whether when I leave Delhi I will be the girl who has forgotten how to talk to people but has read everything on her unreadable-books list and has discovered an ear not entirely made of tin. This week,...

How to be a Fabulous Fag-Hag

Ellen Furney rocks. Though I am inclined to think that her fags are less fabulous than mine. South India says nyaaaaaa to Seattle. Do do check out her Lust Lab of the week. She’s the visual cartoony equivalent of Dan Savage. This cartoon is a visualisation of Margaret Cho’s beautiful piece.

Wax in Vain

Over the last week my gmail status has been “hot boys enge?”. This is my excuse. TWO WEEKS ago we saw Ranbir Kapoor draped atop a piano, caressed by a sheer curtain, romping about in a precariously tied towel of equivalent sheerness. The same weekend we saw Shah Rukh Khan cavorting tirelessly in what appeared...

The only thing more moron-like than sexist comments

are sexist comments phrased prudishly. Next time someone (and this means you!)¬† says, “Her you-know-whats are bigger than her head,” don’t feign a deaf adder, feign an uncomprehending adder. Say, “Eh? What do you mean?” Make them say the words. Breasts, boobs, tits.

Little Corporeal

A few years ago Bent and I were sitting on the footpath somewhere on MG Road in the late evening when he went into an phase of unusually  energetic movement. He jumped up and started waving at a lithe boy shimmering past in faintly luminous trousers. P came over and was introduced. I had heard...