While to the many unaware of his name, Larry Kramer's death is just another obituary in the times of COVID-19. However, to those aware of the history of AIDS, the literature of AIDS and the history of activism in the 1980s and 1990s, especially in the USA, Larry Kramer is a monument. An angry, raging, theatrical, loud and honest and unafraid man, who was confident and sure enough to literally scream at your face. Larry Kramer (25 June 1935 - 27 May 2020), to those of his generation, was the black sheep of his community in the pre-AIDS years, mainly due to his incendiary, gasp-I-can't-believe-he-said-that satire Faggots . The title itself invites raised eyebrows and trepidation from readers from all walks of life. Be it the oh-so-heteros and the people of the newly recognised, newly 'healed' (by the American Psychological Association) post-Stonewall generation. All of them were aghast. Although the former seemed to accept the book better than the latter. This reaction t
It's not anyone is going to read about what I think. However, ever since the lockdown has begun things have not been the same. I guess I too have changed although I never realised how quickly I too am changing. I guess finally thought about my anxiety and depression which I have religiously avoided. I'd rather not thinks about. So, I decided I'd write it all, with an imaginary reader/s, or an audience if I may. I always thought of myself as a performer. I still feel like a performer. Like I am performing my life. I have often felt like this. Not often but always. Anyways, I am 31. Can you believe it? 31. Me! 31. I never I'd be older. Not that I don't understand how ageing works. It's just that getting older was for grown-ups. And now, I am a grown-up. That's a horrifying realisation. Being a grown-up. I was a post-grad student when I had created this blog. Never felt the need to write anything. However, as I had written earlier, this lockdown has begun t