What is being Gay In Bombay?
For some it is attending a GayBombay Party every other week. For some it is being at Maheshwari Udyan on Saturday evening. Or the seedy bar Voodoos. Cruising the notorious walls at the Gateway of India. The loo on Platform No 1 at any local railway station. The 5th (or is it the 7th?) compartment of the local train.
Private Party at Sher-e-Punjab. Sunday Highs at Humsafar. Monday lows on the GB mailing list. Tuesday blows on the G_B mailing list. Quick connections on Guys4Men. Long Friends' lists on Orkut. Lazy messages on OhMojo. Waiting for updates on GayBombay.Org and never finding it. Every 10th guy in the BEST bus. Every 5th guy at bandstand. Every 3rd guy at that fashion show. Every other guy at BRIO. Every guy outside MacDonald's at Andheri. ASLs in Gay.com India room.
Cursing guys from Delhi (or up North) for being haughty and still falling for their physical appearance. Loving the drag queens and their flamboyant walk. Pretending to be macho and proclaiming hatred for all things effeminate. Looking for a one night stand but never admitting it. Hating monogamy and still wanting a boyfriend. Pretending to be sophisticated to impress the hot guy from France. Discovering an old copy of Bombay Dost at the काबाडिवाला (kabadiwala).
Smiling when Karan Johar tries to sneak in another reference to homosexuality on his show. Hating Mr. Mallya for his Ugh. Watching a movie because it had a hint of a gay subplot. Getting disappointed when there was no gay kiss in it. Gossiping about how a friend of a friend of a friend of a guy you know made out with John Abraham. Leading 2 lives. Hating bisexuals. Or defending them. Hating selfish tops. Or loving them. Denouncing married guys who look for sex with other guys. Having sex with them. Exchanging numbers but waiting for the other guy to call. Searching for that great underwear store. Mint drops before a date. Low waist Jeans. Sucking in your tummy.
Getting excited when the hot guy you passed turned around just when you did. Turning at least 4 times more if he didn't. Hating that fat guy but not minding a blow job from him. Promising to call but not calling him again. Getting disappointed when the other hot guy who promised to call doesn't. Having at least 10 Rahuls, 5 Amits and 3 Siddharths in your phonebook. Kicking yourself for not being bold enough to approach that hottie who's been eyeing you on the station platform. Posting on GB next day asking him to email you if he's reading.
Meeting that great guy again after not being in touch for 2 years. Losing touch again after a few rendezvous. Getting frustrated about how invisible gays in Mumbai are. Still staying deep in the closet. Wishing sec 377 was done away with. Still not finding time to even sign an online petition for its support. Flinching when a straight friend displays homophobic tendencies without realizing you are gay. Still not having enough self-respect (or the balls) to confront him. Wishing you were in the US or the UK or Canada so you can be open about your sexuality. Being gay in Bombay while trying to not be gay in Bombay. Enjoying gay blogs by local guys. Hating it when they don't post for weeks.
The list is endless. I like some. I hate some. I experienced some. I want to experience some. I love some. I cringe at some. This is what makes being gay in Bombay so exciting. This is what makes life so miserable. I want to live it all. I want to escape it all. Contradictions? That's another word for Being Gay In Bombay.
What does it mean to you? Leave your comments and let me know.
For some it is attending a GayBombay Party every other week. For some it is being at Maheshwari Udyan on Saturday evening. Or the seedy bar Voodoos. Cruising the notorious walls at the Gateway of India. The loo on Platform No 1 at any local railway station. The 5th (or is it the 7th?) compartment of the local train.
Private Party at Sher-e-Punjab. Sunday Highs at Humsafar. Monday lows on the GB mailing list. Tuesday blows on the G_B mailing list. Quick connections on Guys4Men. Long Friends' lists on Orkut. Lazy messages on OhMojo. Waiting for updates on GayBombay.Org and never finding it. Every 10th guy in the BEST bus. Every 5th guy at bandstand. Every 3rd guy at that fashion show. Every other guy at BRIO. Every guy outside MacDonald's at Andheri. ASLs in Gay.com India room.
Cursing guys from Delhi (or up North) for being haughty and still falling for their physical appearance. Loving the drag queens and their flamboyant walk. Pretending to be macho and proclaiming hatred for all things effeminate. Looking for a one night stand but never admitting it. Hating monogamy and still wanting a boyfriend. Pretending to be sophisticated to impress the hot guy from France. Discovering an old copy of Bombay Dost at the काबाडिवाला (kabadiwala).
Smiling when Karan Johar tries to sneak in another reference to homosexuality on his show. Hating Mr. Mallya for his Ugh. Watching a movie because it had a hint of a gay subplot. Getting disappointed when there was no gay kiss in it. Gossiping about how a friend of a friend of a friend of a guy you know made out with John Abraham. Leading 2 lives. Hating bisexuals. Or defending them. Hating selfish tops. Or loving them. Denouncing married guys who look for sex with other guys. Having sex with them. Exchanging numbers but waiting for the other guy to call. Searching for that great underwear store. Mint drops before a date. Low waist Jeans. Sucking in your tummy.
Getting excited when the hot guy you passed turned around just when you did. Turning at least 4 times more if he didn't. Hating that fat guy but not minding a blow job from him. Promising to call but not calling him again. Getting disappointed when the other hot guy who promised to call doesn't. Having at least 10 Rahuls, 5 Amits and 3 Siddharths in your phonebook. Kicking yourself for not being bold enough to approach that hottie who's been eyeing you on the station platform. Posting on GB next day asking him to email you if he's reading.
Meeting that great guy again after not being in touch for 2 years. Losing touch again after a few rendezvous. Getting frustrated about how invisible gays in Mumbai are. Still staying deep in the closet. Wishing sec 377 was done away with. Still not finding time to even sign an online petition for its support. Flinching when a straight friend displays homophobic tendencies without realizing you are gay. Still not having enough self-respect (or the balls) to confront him. Wishing you were in the US or the UK or Canada so you can be open about your sexuality. Being gay in Bombay while trying to not be gay in Bombay. Enjoying gay blogs by local guys. Hating it when they don't post for weeks.
The list is endless. I like some. I hate some. I experienced some. I want to experience some. I love some. I cringe at some. This is what makes being gay in Bombay so exciting. This is what makes life so miserable. I want to live it all. I want to escape it all. Contradictions? That's another word for Being Gay In Bombay.
What does it mean to you? Leave your comments and let me know.
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