They said being bisexual in Bangladesh was a phase. I say it’s a revolution.
Back in 2014, we marched in the Rainbow Rally. Now? We mourn in silence. Roopbaan’s gone, our brothers murdered, and religious conservatism hides behind sharpened machetes and fake piety.
This isn’t just about LGBTQ rights. It’s about Islamic hypocrisy that punishes love but pardons violence. I’ve been called a disgrace, a sinner, even a disease. Guess what? I’m still here—alive, queer, and surviving behind a fake name, because being visible still isn’t safe.
To every woman wrestling with guilt, shame, or fear—your sexual freedom is not up for debate.
Self-acceptance isn’t just survival. It’s defiance.
