"Onnum sollaadheenga sir, ellaam nalladhukkudhaan" she said, leaning through my car window, her voice huskier than a woman's, her lilt more pronounced than a man's. As the light turned green, and I pulled out, stuffing my wallet into my pocket blindly with one hand, I was slightly irritated and glad. Irritated because I hadn't foreseen... Continue Reading →
Bad Feminist and Feminist Thoughts
I really liked Roxane Gay's collection of essays on feminism. It was intelligent and engaging. I warn you that this is not academic material. So if you are well along the path of feminism, have (suff)raged, burnt your bra and smashed patriarchy with those unshaven armpits, Bad Feminist might not withstand your rigor. Rage on, we need more... Continue Reading →
At night with a man of questionable motives – Amsterdam : Day 3
When I woke up that morning little did I imagine that the day would end in Amsterdam's Chinatown with a lasciviously grinning man stroking my earlobes in front of my wife. Church, Church Baby I had dreamt of a church the previous night. Maybe it was because Grotekerk was on my mind when I hit the bed.... Continue Reading →