Excerpt: Red Lipstick—The Men In My Life
The transgender rights activist on why becoming Laxmi doesn't mean that Raju has to die
The phone rings. It is Urmila didi, my cousin who lives in Gorakhpur. She is crying. There’s been a fight at home again, the same old domestic troubles that all married women seem to face, one way or another. And she’s calling me. Like she did the last time. And the time before that.