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“I am a woman with manly features.” Here is what Ivaanka Das can teach you about love, sexuality and self respect

“I am a woman with manly features.” Here is what Ivaanka Das can teach you about love, sexuality and self respect

One rarely comes across someone like Ivaanka who is so illuminated not just from the heart but also from their outer appearances that they just blow away every single person who meets them! From her smile, to her rustic rich Bengali saree look, to her positivity and grit, it was hard to stop the conversation with […]

Here is how they teach sex education in Indian schools

Here is how they teach sex education in Indian schools

Damn you Indian women what’s wrong with you? With smartphones in your hand and unlimited Jio’s data packs flowing, the whole process of producing kids is just a click away. I don’t know whom to blame –the Bollywood sex scenes where instead of humans they preferred showing flowers making out or our biology teacher who […]

When the moment came, I called for StayUncle

When the moment came, I called for StayUncle

Article submitted by a StayUncle guest. Image credit: India Today I have been searching for a privacy secured place since December 2015. This kind of place for me would be the one I totally trust as I never ever take any chances. When lovemaking urge stroked hard I first tried an oyo hotel as I […]

Indian women wearing tattoos. Okay or not!?

Indian women wearing tattoos. Okay or not!?

The black ink; it is a color without any color, with multiple personalities. Some are afraid of the people with it, some love it, some associate it with deep emotional significance and some fear it to be some sort of devilry. Looks pretty darn cool on men though, doesn’t it? On a woman? Nah, she […]

Not a coming out tale

Not a coming out tale

Dhrubo Jyoti is a Delhi based journalist. The story got originally published here.  I have never come out. I have fended off an endless stream of questions from friends and colleagues, had two terse conversations and endless vague text exchanges with my mother, and responded to questioning glances from strangers. I have memories of feeling […]