The First and Last Kiss

He could see the other man waiting in his bedroom. It was a tantalising prospect. The honesty, the daring, the sheer illegality of the night-time encounter made the hairs on his arms stand up. He walked inside and reached behind him to close the door. His hand tightly gripped the handle. Quader was jolted out…

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The boy in the picture

  “Naim, you are generalizing things. You yourself being a student of International Relations and Politics shouldn’t make such comments about a particular nation. It almost sounds xenophobic.”Ayesha seemed genuinely irritated by the strong hatred Naim held towards Pakistan. “It’s not about being xenophobic. I just can’t get over what they did to us, thousands…

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Guilty By Association

  The plain room, sparse and clean enough to be fit for use, could have been anywhere in the world. Imagining it was somewhere else allowed them to live, thus to imagination they surrendered. Jalil’s day had built up to this moment. The world ceased to exist as he took possession of the delicate figure…

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Letter from a friend

It’s been a year. Yet there are days when it feels like we’ve just heard from Xulhaz and Tonoy, it feels as if they’ve called us yesterday to plan a community event; we must go either as a participant or take part as the audience, we must participate, somehow.   But again, it’s been a…

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Comfortable Closet

A country where the predominant religions identify a same sex lover as a sinner, the law of the land as a criminal; social norms as a pervert; culture as “imported”-how should life be for LGBTs in Bangladesh? For me, it’s like living in a ‘comfortable closet’. Comfortable because it is actually ‘easy’ when it comes to ‘doing it’; the culture and social norms are so focused on preventing heterosexual acts between unmarried couples: man-to-man or woman-to-woman sexual acts go almost unnoticed.

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