I sit in the living room trying to write about sex, put on my laptop and start to squeeze my brain and think… more »

I am a dirty mouth who needs to be silenced.

This is what constitutes my parents’ most profound struggle when, before our family Sundays, they remind me every time to “watch it”, keep my mouth shut, and smile. It also must be what my college teachers think of me in the back of their heads when they shake it in reprobation, calling me twisted and other equally dismissive verdicts that always start with: “You need help”. Even among my lesbian friends, I’m always “too much”.

Previously, on Shakibé, Laya’s boyfriend suffers from a near jalta when he discovers that his girlfriend’s lesbian friend isn’t as hideous as he… more »