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#Queer Mother - Motherhood is not just a gender but a feeling #B!ogchatterA2Z #Astitva #genderqueer

“Bdhai ho Ladka hua hai ” everybody was so happy at my birth as my parents got blessed with a boy after many vows . Mom sometimes used to  dress me up even in frocks ,  putting on a bindi too  and playing with me out of  fondness of motherhood .   As I was growing , I never liked playing with the toy cars or bat-ball ,rather I would be happy playing ‘ghar-ghar’ with the girls in neighbourhood . I  would rub my mother’s lipstick on my lips  and play with her dupatta  all day long . As I grew to enter a school , my teachers noticed some unusual traits . My teachers called my parents and said ” Your son sometimes shows feminine traits ” Slowly everybody could notice  that I was showing bit  queer identity .  My mom now scolded me  if  I put on a bindi  or  asked for a dupatta .Once in a family function , one of my aunts asked me “What would you like to be when you grow up ? ” My quick answer was “I want to become Aai (mother)” . My parents took control of the situation saying I was too small to think of all this and that a police officer’s son would definitely like to go in Police . My identity had started putting me in quandary who was I ? Man ? A woman ? No I was neither . I didn’t know the meanings of any of the non-binary sex terms at that time but time taught me I was a genderqueer- A Transgender . Everybody showed the back but I faced it . It was my #Astitva .  God wanted me this way . I  embraced my queer gender identity . It was my choice , so what if my parents didn’t understand ?

Now  I am a happy member of the Transgender community . I  depict a masculine identity when I write  Shri in front of my name because of my  original biological definition , and on the other hand I live a feminine identity by attire as well by heart .  Yes I feel like a woman and want to live like . I now expertly  depict  my third identity too  by clapping unusually, dancing ,  and demanding money from a family “Bdhai ho Ladka hua hai ”

This is about  the Transgender Shri Gauri Sawant , who was originally born as Ganesh . She is now working as Transgender activist , fighting for their community rights . Their team works with sex workers too   and Shri Gauri Sawant gave no second thought before adopting a girl child of one of the sex workers as she passed away . Now she is the queer mother to that girl named Gayatri . Gauri  Sawant says ” Gayatri needed a mother and  I became one . I didn’t get married , I didn’t get pregnant , But I am a mother . Motherhood is not just that female parent , motherhood is a feeling .” Now Gauri Sawant is fighting to adopt her daughter Gayatri legally . You can read more about her here or go to her facebook page . Listen to the flamboyant activist sharing her experiences , struggles , her contributions to society and her questions to the society .

 

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