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...