#indian sapphic

[shorthairedbrownqueer]

OMG HI A MARATHI SAPPHIC I HAVENT MET VERY MANY MARATHI SAPPHICS CAN WE BE FRIENDS PLEASE?

Hahaha Hii! I’m actually a Kannadiga Sapphic! But look at us sharing borders

Reblog with where you’re from in India!

[janaknandini-singh999]

Day 25: Saptiya? (Did you eat?)

@desi-lgbt-fest

Vilasini came running and opened the door to the terrace sighing, a plate filled with food in her hand, thinking she'd finally get a little respite, leaving behind the humdrum of the wedding downstairs for a while at least and be able to eat out in the open. She was tired of pretending to be the perfect girl as desi atmosphere usually pressurizes one to be.

"Your name means cheerful and brilliant, so act like it, beta" some distant relative had told her smiling at her house when she was very small and introverted. Even though her parents had just laughed and agreed with her then, they had later told her not to take it to the heart but still subtly reaffirm what the relative had said every now and then through their actions even though mostly they were very supportive and flexible even for brown parents.

"I should be grateful" she thought, but that incident and similar ones engraved themselves on her and she became The Vibrant Vilasini - smiling and laughing along even when she didn't want to and eventually it naturally birthed into the role to overshadow all her other flaws that came out when she was just Villu (the nickname only her close friends and family called her).

Even right now, she was just being The Vibrant Vilasini with everyone in the wedding, joking around and asking everyone if they wanted anything. Honestly, she started kinda enjoying it. Being lively wasn't so bad at all and it had gave her a lot of nice experiences when she was with people she actually enjoyed being around with. But after a while, she always felt like she needed an escape.

Like she had needed right now.

Run.

It was moments like these she'd run and find peace under the moonlight or something.

But right now, she suddenly froze upon seeing the back of someone leaning on the handrail, quietly watching the baarat from above. "Ugh I wasn't expecting anyone to be here at this time. God, WHY me?"

Run.

That was the first thought even right now so she turned to leave when she heard a notification from the person's phone and then a thud on the railing. She looked back again as she saw the person had hit the railing or something and put their hands on their head in frustration. Vilasini closed the distance between them and saw it was a beautiful girl in a yellow sari with soft eyes turned slightly red in anger and long, lustrous hair like that of a goddess. Vilasini couldn't hold herself back from clearing her throat and whistling,

"Oo someone is really angry."

There. The Vibrant Vilasini was back. Vilasini could kick herself in the stomach right now but something wanted her to stay here with this girl and talk to her for a bit.

"Who the heck are you? And what do you want?" She looked around at her and snapped.

Oof, not the best start. But damn? She looked lovely even while furious, Vilasini stared for a second and then peeped a glance at the girl's phone at whose notification had seemed to trigger her earlier. She clicked her tongue.

"Ah, your friend didn't show up. I'm so sorry.. but I can keep you company in their place." Vilasini winked and braced herself for another blow. But it never came.

Instead, tears silently rolled down the girl's cheeks. Vilasini then noticed that her eyes had shifted to the procession below, which was now at its peak extravaganza. The groom was dancing heartily on the horseback.

"I loved him.. so much" the girl finally whispered.

Vilasini took a step back and started singing "Accha chalta hoon-" but the girl wasn't even looking at her anymore, not even acknowledging her presence as if she was invisible. That attacked right into the careful armour of her vibrant persona, which cracked open and now she felt more sad and connected to this girl than ever, it reminded her of herself when she was her true self. Maybe the energy reached the girl too so she looked at Vilasini now and asked quietly, "Did I love him too much, or too less.. that this happened?"

Vilasini had never wanted to hug someone so much her entire life but she withheld herself because she wasn't sure of this girl's comfort space. So, she just smiled. A genuine warm smile and whispered,

"You loved him enough to let him go."

That made the girl finally smile back. And God. If Vilasini thought she was gorgeous in anger, she was heavenly when smiling.

"You're red in the face, are you fine.. umm"

"Vilasini is the name. But Villu or Villaa or Villy or whatever you like, gorgeous." she said in a sing song voice. "And well, I'm red coz I'm ANGRY. THAT dude was your one true love?! Are you kidding me?? Coz well, he's my jiju now so ya know I stole his jooti but how much I got in RETURN? 2 RUPEES?!! WHO DOES THAT-" Vilasini handed the coin aggressively to her.

The girl burst out laughing, wiping away her tears and said, nodding and laughing in between again, "He's always been a miser."

Vilasini grinned back, and refused when she gave it back to her, "You can keep it. Consider it the last sign of his from the universe that Thank God You Didn't End Up With Him. My sister may have been an idiot in love to marry him, and I couldn't save her, so now I have a jijjaji that won't even give me TREATS. UGH. But don't worry coz I bet you're gonna find someone a million times better than him now."

The girl raised her eyebrows in amusement and tilted her head, saying "Thank you. I wish the same to you."

Suddenly, her stomach started rumbling.

"Oh, RIGHT I TOTALLY FORGOT." Vilasini exclaimed and brought out her plate. "Did you eat?"

"I haven't since yesterday." She replied and looked over the pheras taking place now, a numb sort of sorrow quietly settling itself on her eyes and smile.

"Not again." Vilasini whispered

"I really don't feel like having anything, and this is yours so-"

"Oh, please. There's more than enough food for both of us, and for some reason I've felt oddly full since the morning so even I have not eaten anything all day. But if you're not having, I won't either now."

"You-"

"AHA!" Vilasini quickly placed a morsel of a piece of roti and dal in her mouth as she had just opened it, and smiled. "There's no turning back now, you're trapped into indulging into this delicious shaadi ka khaana."

On the rooftop of a small makaan nearby, and elsewhere all over the city, there were brides breaking the fast by their spouses feeding while seeing the moon together.

It was Karva Chauth 🌙

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Later that night,

"Shlokaa bro, I'm SOO sorry. This bloody fever and cold last minute so I couldn't come to the wedding. I'm a terrible best friend." a voice apologized tensely on call.

"Don't be silly, Aditi. It's alright. I would've been more mad if you had come and fallen more ill because of me. How are you feeling now?" Shlokaa put her phone on speaker and absentmindedly fidgeted with her pen.

"Much better now after the kaadha and stuff mummy made me." Aditi paused, "You know you didn't have to go through all of that all on your own by going to the wedding and seeing him, right?"

Shlokaa put the pen down and thought for a moment, somehow being able to smile at last and say "Nah, I had to. One sided shit barely ever benefited anyone. It was my thing and I needed my heart and eyes to see that it was actually over for good. And besides.. I loved him enough to let him go."

"Proud of you, girlie. Accha listen, you'll have to excuse and forgive your bestie one last time because I've gotta sleep now. Villu leaves from the first train tomorrow early morning so I have to see her off."

"Vi- who?" Shlokaa's heart skipped a beat.

"Arey, Villu.. Vilasini!! She's my cousin. You must have met her at the shaadi yesterday. She is impossible to miss because she's the life of every party. I absolutely have NO clue how she does it but she interacts and brightens literally everyone up in the room. Funny how mummy says Vilasini wasn't always like this but now compares me to her all the damn time, yaaaar. She says if Vilasini can learn then why can't I? Like bro what??Anyway, you'd meet her and think she's the most obedient and charming one you've ever met but trust me, I've known that girl since childhood and in the end, she wouldn't listen to anyone but herself and still manage to do what's best for everyone, and I respect her so much for that. Hello? Shlo bro, are you even listening?"

Shlokaa wasn't. Her mind had been stuck on one name ever since her friend had mentioned it: Vilasini. In no time, she whirled back into yesterday night on the terrace where she first saw her. Adorned in a pink lehenga wearing golden jhumke, she had looked more dazzling than the stars above. Dark eyes, and a faint smile on her cherry lips made her face even resemble the moon amidst the night of her messy hair. Shlokaa remembered feeling even a pang of jealousy on seeing her for the first time because she was also fair skinned, and no matter how hard Shlokaa would try, she believed that effortlessly pretty girls like these would always have an unfair advantage in society over her. But that wasn't the only reason she had first snapped at her. Vilasini had reminded her of the mean, popular girls that had been at her school in the beginning because of her seemingly insensitive and jesting attitude, and she just couldn't stand them. Nor could she stand just being helpess and not doing anything about it. She was a no nonsense girl who revolted against such injustice and people were a little intimidated of her because of that. They would say bad things behind her back to convince themselves that they weren't scared of her, it was she who was weird instead. But Shlokaa couldn't care less. One thing her mother had taught her was to be grounded. Shlokaa may not be a lot of things but she was strong. Her mother lovingly used to tell her how she was so dedicated to reading Bhagavad Gita when she was pregnant with Shlokaa so she had absorbed all the wisdom and values like Abhimanyu had about the chakravyun when his mother had him in the womb.

Coming back - Shlokaa was wrong about Vilasini. She had helped her that night and made her feel something no one ever had, even though she didn't even know her. She could feel her easy yet striking gaze on her even now as she imagined Vilasini in her head, and without thinking what she was saying, she snapped back into reality and suddenly blurted out to Aditi,

"Can you take me along with you tomorrow?"

[desisapphicx]

Midnight Ruin

Chapter 1

The woman at the head of the table was adjusting the pleats on her saree, and when she was done, she cleared her throat and drew the attention of her family.

"Before beginning our breakfast, I want to make sure all the preparations have been done for the ball," She said.

"Yes, Amma." answered Pushkar. He sat to her left and his wife Revathy was next to him, perking up at the mention of the ball, she loved parties more like she thrived on them, and probably she could die in one if she had a choice. Sadly, her misaligned priorities sometimes hindered her in parenthood. Not that she didn't love her hyperactive kids, she did, but she could be so unwitting at times, that she would be blind to her kids' needs, this has been one of the few factors for petty squabbles that ensues between her and Pushkar. The two seats next to her remain empty, usually occupied by her twins. The little tots were not the only missing but their Grandpa as well, so his seat opposite Revathy remain untouched. The other seats were filled by two sets of uncles and aunts. Who were just waiting for their moment to speak, but considering how Latha was they'd rather stuff their mouths with delicacies set on the table.

"Did you invite Iyers, their presence is impo-- where is Akanksha?" Latha began imposingly as usual but her question ended in confusion; eyes searching hastily for her daughter. She looked at her son, raising her thick brows in question.

"Um..." Pushkar tried to answer but she stopped him.

"Jaya, ask her to come, now."

"Yes, Amma" said the servant.

Latha was an imperious woman, she demanded everyone's attention as soon as she stepped into a room, such was her tenor. "I don't like this indiscipline," she clicked her tongue; the indignation on her face was so evident. She was scowling at her cutlery when she heard fading footsteps near the stairs, and as her daughter-shaped figure ambled near her view, her scowl deepened.

She took a good look at her daughter, dressed in a mid-length beige Kurti with handwoven golden embroidery running down her neckline and her sleeve cuffs, matching perfectly with her amber-gold cotton silk pants. Akanksha's dark brown hair was parted in middle but gleaned together in a bun at the back, yet few had escaped, now curling around her temple, her black bindi rivaled the mole sitting right at the smiling line of her left cheek. Her golden bangles chimed as she took a seat right to her mother.

When the savory whiff of sambar and the sight of fluffy idlies beckoned to her, she couldn't resist, moreover her stomach was making weird noises of someone starved for eons. She started serving herself when she heard her mother clear her throat. "Do you want it?" She held a piece of idli to her mother, her mother shook her head in disapproval. Akanksha just shrugged--- she was nonchalant about her mother's attitude and so she continued having. Apparently, she was the only one who could stand on her toes with her amma.

"You can continue," She said to her mother.

"I cannot comprehend how dense can you be," her mother exclaimed.

Akanksha paid no mind to it, Latha stared at her for some more time--- going over ways to subdue her daughter, she huffed in annoyance before smoothly transitioning into her placid poise.

"As I was saying, Iyers are important and also some other thing I wanted to say," Latha voiced and the silence that followed was quite extended, a bit too long that even Akanksha's interest piqued, not much, but she lent her ear, anyway.

"I want to invite the Kamats." Akanksha stopped having, piping hot sambar burned her throat as she took a big gulp and her spoon fell on the plate with a loud clank. "What?" She said before adding, "Are you serious? Why them?" She glanced at her brother, trying to understand if he was involved in this utter-ridiculous decision but by the clueless look on his face, she knew not. She looked back at her mother, whose serene face faltered for a moment, the hatred for the family was monumental, it snaked with its bitter venom in all of them, and yet here they were, inviting their foes with gilded smiles.

"The decision is already made, it is not up for debate" She quieted the jabbering room. She motioned for them to start with their tiffin, before looking at Akanksha with a tinge of malice in her eyes and a mocking smile, she said, "You'll be the one hosting"

***

Kesar was tapping to the radio's rhythm on his thin steering wheel, the little pitter-patter on the window pane was blending perfectly with the music streaming into the car. "Should we stop at the tea stall? The weather is good to have a cup, don't you think?" he took a glance at his friend and furrowed his brows.

Akanksha was fiddling with her pearl necklet. Her ears were red and itchy, but she wouldn't give in, she didn't want to feed her nervous habits but her brain was fast in its functioning; sending a stimulus and her hands were quick enough to catch those brain signals and there she was scratching at it, but it yielded no satisfaction whatsoever. Looking at her Kesar was concerned as to what is going on with his good friend.

"What is it?"

"Nothing"

He stared at her for a few moments, "You can tell me"

"Amma has put me in a funny situation" She laughed wryly. She went quiet after that and Kesar hummed for her response, he wanted to prod her into telling him what is bothering her but he knew otherwise.

"Well, how about we have some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great" She looked out the window losing herself in the pitter patter of the rain against the car window.

***

For Akanksha, the room was too crowded, but she had to push through it, she greeted a few people on her way, it wouldn't hurt to be polite sometimes. When she made up her mind and settled down at her seating bench, she was overcome with a gnawing feeling of absence, of something familiar yet strange. Her nails traced the doodles etched on the wooden slab and her eyes picked up the vagueness of her thoughts and began searching for that familiarity, and soon they found their way to the lean figure sitting against the column of the banyan tree, the breeze blew through the dark brown tresses and flipped the pages of the book too hastily; the person was struggling to manage between untangling and reading. Before she could see more of it, the curtain was drawn between her and the view. She could hear a distant thank you, and when she pulled herself from her hazed thoughts, the class had already begun.

The lecture was halfway through when there was a knock on the door, and her curly letters came to a halt; the class got mute for a beat before the yammering noises swelled the space. The door was opened to a woman costumed in a burgundy cable-knit sweater and pleated dress pants; her sleeves pulled back to her elbows showed off the gold bracelets and square-dialed watch, and her brown ankle boots were squeaky clean. The image of the woman seemed to have slowly seeped into her mind and when recognition hit her, instantly her gut recoiled with discontent.

After deftly convincing the professor to let her in, Prithvi walked into the classroom. While she made herself comfortable in her seat, she sensed someone watching her and when she turned around she caught a pair of Hazel eyes glaring at her, she couldn't help but smirk at Akanksha. And Akanksha sneered at her. Prithvi laughed it off and started taking notes. When the class was over, Akanksha and Prithvi were the only ones to leave at last. Prithvi made hurried notes, packed her case, and took quick steps toward the door. Meanwhile, Akanksha took all this in and just stared at the other girl's departure, a million thoughts running amuck in her mind. She was still thinking through, the act of inviting Prithvi would be so embarrassing and at the same time infuriating. What made her mother invite their family? What had changed? Guess she would never know, or would she?

***

They were all in the canteen. Most of them had their tiffin carriers opened on their tables and they all ate up their pieces of the meal and shared with their friends here and there, tasting different spices from all the families. Among them, Akanksha sat at her table along with her gang. Kesar was at the canteen counter to fill up his plate of parotta and sabzi, and Padma was mindlessly gazing through the newspaper, bored with the lack of gossip but the article about the exotic perfume caught her attention so her eyes were soaking it up. Shashi, Akanksha's cousin was nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like Shashi is cozying up with the enemy," said Venky. All the friends at the table immediately looked at Akanksha, letting out various sounds of oohs and aahs. They all wanted to see what she would do. And she remained stoic. She was super irritated that's for sure, but she didn't want that anyone to see that she was even bothered by this silly stunt by her stupid cousin. Shashi arrived all smiles at their table and Padma who was now caught up with the scene so far, asked her, "What were you doing with her?" Shashi replied, "Why, of course inviting her to my family ball" Akanksha's wits were off the charts just listening to her cousin but she was unflinching about maintaining her teetering patience for some reason. "Who told you to do that?"

"No one, I wanted to invite her, so I did"

"I am the one who is in charge here, without asking me, how could you invite her?"

"My dad said I could invite whoever I wanted to, and I have heard your mom has okayed inviting the Kamats so I thought, it wouldn't do any harm,"

Akanksha wanted to say so many things but controlled herself. "Well you thought wrong, you cannot invite people without going through me first, I hope that's clear to you, next time use that head of yours for something other than flirting" Shashi's cheeks got red in embarrassment and Akanksha was breathing rapidly, she urgently needed to get out of here. She opened the door of her blue 1950 Buick Road Master, she felt somewhat relieved that she was back to her space, her head leaning back on the car seat, the agitation in her was calming when she heard a knock on her window. Prithvi was there. She motioned to roll down the windows. Why doesn't this end? Thought Akanksha, she rolled her eyes, and complied. "You shouldn't have made such a scene there Princess"

"Mind your own business"

"I would've, if it wasn't about me"

"Whatever you want to preach, do it fast, I am getting late,"

"Your mother should also teach you more about how to be selfless,"

"You-"

"Excuse me, I forgot for a second, with whom I am talking, it must run in your blood to humiliate others"

"Is that all?" Akanksha started her car, and reversing it, and she heard Prithvi calling out from her rear view mirror,

"Go on Princess, run away, being nice doesn't suit you anyways"

Akanksha just took off, not heeding to her.

***

A/N: Ah! after a long time, I am here. Sorry for the delay... As I said before, this story is updated very slowly, I don't even know, if people even read this shit. Anyways, if you find this chapter to be subpar and if you come across any grammatical errors, I am really sorry. I have written this in a rush and I will edit this someday, so whoever is reading this, thank you 💖

P.S: My recent favourite listen is, The Winner Takes It All by ABBA, what's your favourite?

[i-love-sufjan-stevens]

Vintage Photos of Queer Couples of Color

[laranjafox]

• New Normal (2022) [in] [22min] #sapphicfox

[no age rating recommended, but I'd say +12 for a better understanding of the story]

[comments; no spoiler]

Oh man, this film is fantastic, the visual part is pretty dynamic, the pace is accelerated, you feel how energetic Appu is, she dances, she hangouts with her men friends a lot, she's a free spirit, then she meets Isha and we can feel her nervousness and how agitated she was, "don't judge me", I was giggling all along, their relationship is so cute and Appu was feeling so good, you could see how important the phrase Isha said "it's normal" truly calmed her down like a mantra.

[spoiler]

It was everything so good, I didn't even think about any problem that could happen, I was taken by all the good emotions, when they were in the highway and the car passed by them with that noise that grows loud in your ear, then dissipates, then the melty feeling stopped and the fear came, I thought they'd get into an accident, seriously, thank goodness they didn't 🙏

But the problematic came.

Appu's mother found out about her romantic relationship with a girl and wasn't comprehensive about it, called it unnatural.

Here I have some thoughts about it: Appu just said that her mother made a problem of it and the rest of her family would know sometime, she neither said she was physically unsafe nor that she was being kicked out from home, so I think Appu was a bit rushed when thinking of moving to another city. But, also, if she could do it and wouldn't have financial problems, then it's a better to move out than staying in a place where don't accept and respect you.

When Appu told about her mother's reaction to Isha, she and Rony laughed, like? I felt hurt about it, I understand Appu's side, it's not something trifling. Okay, each person reacts in their own way, but they could laugh and speak seriously about it afterwards, Appu needed support and her girlfriend that should be the first person doing it, didn't. I don't know, even the part where Appu asks Rony a ride and Isha says no I found insensitive, he could give her a ride and comeback 🥺

From this point they completely fall apart, it's hurtful, but what Appu did isn't okay. And here we have space to talk about different forms of romantic relationship: from what I understood, Appu and Isha had a monogamous open relationship, so they could date and have sex with other people, except for other girls, one rule, one! And Appu did exactly this, I know she was hopeless, but instead of trying to confront and talk, she resort to caring and physical support of another girl. If it happened once, but Appu didn't carry it on, maybe Isha would understand, but that's not what happened and it's sad because Appu called Isha her soulmate, but apparently they don't talk anymore 🙁

I'm happy Appu realizes that she messed up, but the girl states that "if there's conditions in a relationship, it messes it up", for me that's hard to believe, every relationship have conditions, even if they're unspoken, implied. But Appu understands more about herself, that she wants to live non-monogamous open relationships. Maybe her relation with Isha was non-monogamous, they don't say names and we don't have enough details to be sure, but for me, from Isha's perspective it seems like it.

I don't know much about non-monogamy, but one concept of it is having no hierarchy, e.g. Appu-Isha is the main relationship and others that happen are "out of this circle", this doesn't happen, it's all equal and Isha seems to live like that, but when Appu is confronted about cheating, Appu brings up Isha's relationship with Rony, so for her, he was out of their circle, he was less important in such a way that even they having an open relationship and Isha being (I'm supposing) multiromantic, but homosexual, meaning she doesn't feel attracted by men and even she saying that doesn't feel comfortable with having physical contact with men, Appu showed feeling bothered by it. Which makes me wonder if she's ready for living a non-monogamous open relationship without any rules as she wish, since considers it the best, but the idea seems great indeed hehe but utopian

[nenan]

First ever gay couple (Melinda Angel and Danika Marquez) to get married in Curaçao on July 27th 2024, after the official legalization of same-sex marriage on July 12th 2024.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: The Other Face Of Love, by Raymond De Becker

[queerism1969]

[yourdailyqueer]

Sam Kerr

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 10 September 1993

Ethnicity: English, Indian

Nationality: Australian

Occupation: Prof soccer player

Note: Is widely considered one of the best strikers in the world, and one of Australia's greatest athletes.

[shorthairedbrownqueer]

There are a million different personal experiences and circumstances that impact the decisions we make. Safety should always be the number one prior

But there is no queer Indian identity without queer Indians living in India

There is no queer progress in India without queer Indians fighting for it

[janaknandini-singh999]

Being a desi sapphic is like hMmM wHaT is iT gOnNa bE ✨today✨?

*mere sapno ki rani kab aayegi tu uwu* yearny?? or *ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga* kinda cute lil crush???? or *jab bhi main koi ladki dekhu* simping bitch????? or *BACHNAA AE HASEEEENOO* gay hoe

[raptorladylover6969]

I think they’d be the bestest of friends lowkey

[dailysapphiccharacters]

Today's sapphic character of the day is Rimjhim Jongkey (Badhaai Do)

[svnnykokoro]

OKAY SO I DON'T NORMALLY TALK ABOUT POLITICS LIKE THIS ON MY MAIN BLOG BUT IF YOU'RE AMERICAN I WISH THE BEST FOR YOU OKAY. IT WILL GET BETTER. PUSH FORWARD ON.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

i'm really craving an iced coffee rn lol (actually what i desire is to have a sort of forbidden romance with another girl. secret meet-ups, fevered touches, discreetly passed notes, the like. i want to stare at her from across the class when everyone is focused on scribbling away in their notebooks and she looks up as if sensing me and smiles. i want to learn how to love. i want to leave little gifts and letters in her bag. i want to grow up together. i want to hold her fingers in lab classes and squeeze them when no one's looking. i want to brush her hair away from her face. i want to skip p.e. and sit next to her in a little corner in the library and study but really we're communicating in morse code under the desk. we're giggling like little kids and just so in love, thinking we can conquer the entire world. and we'll do that. i want to discuss colleges together and encourage each other to follow our passions. if we're separated we'll text and call as much as we can. or we could go to the same college, maybe be roommates haha. i want to fall in love and grow up with her and get our own cozy apartment and buy a lot of plants and books and only falling in love a bit more each sunrise together. we'll travel the world together. we'll come out to our parents and they'll accept us and if they don't then it'll suck but we'll have each other.) unfortunately i've run out of ice cubes :(

[thedimlaltain]

Found a great desi sapphic short film!

Number of times sapphics found a love while walking on desi cinema = 2 now

(this and the other love story)