Richa Kaul Padte grew up in Kodaikanal, Tamil Nadu, and became a person in Brighton, England. She is co-founder of the award-winning publication Deep Dives, and her writing has appeared in several places, including BuzzFeed, Vice, GQ, Racked, the Caravan, India Today, Open and Rolling Stone. Cyber Sexy is her first book.
Advance Praise for the Book
Cyber Sexy is the book Indias women need right now. The governments official stance is that lady-oriented stories and womens fantasies have a corrupting influence on Indian audiences, while the male gaze continues to pervade everything from music videos to ads to billboards. This book and the stories within it act as an equalizing force. Richas depth of research about the history of porn in India, interwoven with the interviews and real stories shes gathered from around the country, all come together to build a remarkable and deeply necessary argument: Indian women are sexy, kinky, adventurous, curious and, thanks to the internet, not waiting for your permission to start exploring their sexiness. I considered myself open-minded and progressive, and still found myself further liberated by the time I was done reading Cyber Sexy. This book blows the lid off the mass-scale lie that Indian women are shy, demure and sexually inhibited. It will give each of its readers permission to lead a freer life. I hope every woman in India reads this bookRega Jha, editor-in-chief, BuzzFeed India
Provocative and sharp. This book is going to make a great conversation starter. Or enderRohan Joshi, comedian and writer
In an original voice truly her own, Richa Kaul Padte echoes the storytelling fluidity of Judy Blume and Gloria Steinem. Cyber Sexy is highly intelligent, and a great read. With obscenity laws and morality keepers at one end of the porn wars, and some feminisms at the other, this is the provocative book you didnt know you neededKaruna Nundy, advocate, Supreme Court of India
Voices as uncompromising in their progressive and often provocative assertions around taboos are rare enough as it is, that Richa Kaul Padte has deployed hers in Cyber Sexy in a way that is also generous and nuanced is both a breath of fresh air and a fresh pair of eyes through which to reconsider our own foregone conclusions on the topics of sex, identity, gender, pleasure and consent in a culture still wrestling with identity and its potential legacy for the 21st century. Precise and unflinching without sacrificing the humour and conversational tone that make these otherwise difficult topics unapproachable, Richa has created an essential text on the particular crossroads at which her country stands in this cultural conversation and has done her readers the tremendous service of making them fully engaged with that moment and thus empowered to join that conversation themselvesAlana Massey, author, All the Lives I Want
for Kitana,
warrior queen
Porn 101: What Counts?
WHEN I WAS a teenager, I left India to live in England. Fresh from my mountaintop home, I arrived on unknown shores armed with a pressure cooker, two cartons of Classic Milds and a desperate need to hide the naivety of my small-town self. Between passing out after three beers and setting off the fire alarm during my first and only attempt at using the pressure cooker, I learnt to wear my inexperience as a moderately disarming personality quirk.
It only moderately worked.
One busy midterm week, a housemate sent his laptop away for repair and asked to borrow mine. The seven of us moved easily in and out of each others rooms and lives, so I got used to retrieving my computer from his desk and he from the pile of clothes at the foot of my bed. Sometimes he would lie in my bed working, mostly on Facebook, and when I returned from campus we would sit together chatting, before I unceremoniously evicted him to get to my own profile.
Late one evening, I found the laptop on my bed, and I opened it to discover Jackie and Michelle, gorgeous and topless, shaking their massive breasts at me. By now their names have been fictionalized by my shaky memory, but their smooth white skin, long brown hair and flesh, flesh, flesh made crystal-clear imprints in my mind.
There were several measured responses to the situation, but unfortunately, I didnt resort to any of them. I slammed the laptop shut, fled from my room and spilt the beans to whoever was around. Amid what swiftly turned into a household joke, I allowed my outrage and eventual laughter to cover up for my embarrassment. I felt a sense of total inadequacy in the face of what had, up to that point, existed only in theorybut was now clearly possible in practice. On my laptop. In my bed. And when I went to sleep that night on freshly changed sheets, I felt a small twinge of regret. Not for outing my housemate, which in retrospect I am so ashamed of, but that in my rush to close the browser window, I hadnt got a closer look.
Nine years later, Im sorry to report I didnt have the guts to reopen that fleshy page. And Im equally sorry to confirm that, yes, Big Tittied MILFs was my first encounter with porn.
Officially, that is.
A list of things that may or may not have been porn before Jackie and Michelle made an appearance in my life:
- The time I lied about my A/S/L (Age/Sex/Location) on the popular chat forum ICQturning myself into a 5'7" 362432 blonde from Miami. I cant recall what the guys manufactured appearance was, but I certainly remember mineas far away as I could get from my flat-chested, bushy-haired self.
- Tell Me Your Dreams, Sidney Sheldons racy thriller featuring one woman with multiple-personality disorder and one very heavy masturbation session.
- Black-and-white printouts of celebrities made in our school computer lab. My favourite was Ja Rule, though I think I spent more time hunting for Jenny from the Blocks cargo pants than I did looking at Ja Rules abs.
- That hand in Titanic. You know the one Im talking about: foggy glass, steamy Leo, a lingering handprint.
- Deenie, the loss-of-virginity Judy Blume recommended for ages sixteen and up, which I smuggled out of the local clubs library at age twelve.
- A book on raising kids my parents had on one of their numerous pedagogy-related shelves. This remains a puzzling memory, but the passage about a girl who wants birth control pills is still firmly rooted in my mind.
- The moment after a month-long battle with my mother that I was finally allowed to watch Rangeela, and Aamir Khans flirtatious bad-boy laugh filled the screen and my heart.
- Oh and of course, whenever Nancy Drew met the Hardy Boys.