Why we created TwoXTopia - An online space created by women, for women
You might ask that there are already many social media apps available in the market so why did you make one more? And why should we use TwoXTopia when we can just simply post our pictures on Instagram, post our random thoughts on threads, post about national and international issues on twitter, post about random confessions as an anonymous user on reddit and post about normal questions on Quora.
I say that every app has its own place and its own specialty. I am not asking you to ditch one for another or to ditch one for TwoXTopia. Honestly, please keep doing all that. People in each of those sites would appreciate you content there more.
I really don't seem like a good marketer of my own app, do I?
Hold on, let me continue.
Let's imagine some scenarios. I hope you are still reading this. Let's go :
Scenario 1 :
You have a private account on Instagram. You post pictures of you having a good time, you comment on your friends pictures and you scroll endless reels that the Instagram algorithm dictates. Its all fun and games. As long as its with your friends.
But one day you comment on a popular meme page. Your comment goes viral. You get tons of likes. But then you also get dozens of friend requests. People really love my sense of humor, you think to yourself. You also end of getting an equal number of DMs in your other's inbox. You check it out. Somehow its all men. You dare check the DMs. Its all just saying "Hi", "Hey" or the variations of thereof. Some of them are creepy, which i would rather not go in detail.
Scenario 2 :
Remember the funny and informative reels that the algorithm recommends you? You saw one about Karnataka govt approving 12 menstrual leaves a year across all sectors. Kudos Karnataka govt, you think to yourself. You go to the comment section. You expect that it would be all appreciation in the comment section. But instead you see these kinds of comments from men saying this - "What about us? We also need extra leaves for hangovers or something", "Why do women need leaves for menstrual cramps? Getting kicked in the ball hurts more", "So many women are gonna misuse this, just like they do when they file fake dowry cases and ask for huge alimony citing fake domestic violence"
Mind you there are good comments too. From men and women. But the trolling, misogynist, derailing comments are almost always from men. Its good when you are on your post that only your friends can see. But on any public page? Its more trolling and less appreciation. Even if you read 2 bad comments and 8 good ones, its always the bad ones that stick with you for longer. Isn't it?
Scenario 3 :
You are new to Bangalore. You don't have a proper place to stay yet. You wanna ask someone "Does anyone know some good Ladies PG to stay in Bangalore near Jayanagar, JP Nagar or South End Circle?" But who do you ask this question to? You have hundreds on friends on Instagram, Facebook and offline too. But they are not from Bangalore. You have some guy friends from Bangalore but they obviously never lived in a Ladies PG. How can their opinion be reliable? A really good guy friend suggested one. He says its cheaper and near to what you are looking for. You go there and you realize there is a bar near it. Your see a drunken man sprawled on the pavement. You refuse to live in this PG because you know you will be coming late from office and you will be taking a metro but you will still need to walk 500 meters to reach your PG. The street light near the PG doesn't work, and its gets dark very quicky during winters. You don't feel safe. For your guy friend, none of these things registered in his mind when he suggested the PG. And why would it? He's a man. He doesn't feel threatened by other men. He's not afraid of the dark. He was always allowed to go for late night drives.
When he walks on a dark dimly lit road at night, his biggest worry is what if there's a pothole and he didn't see it. Your biggest worry is what if there is a group of men and they see you.
Now imagine this last scenario and I really hope you are still reading this.
Scenario 4 :
Imagine there is an app where its all women. And not just random women. Only a woman invited by another woman. There are no DMs so no one bothers you in private while saying good things to you in public. You post about women issues and you get comments from women only and unless its that one women who is too drenched in internalized misogyny and busy being a pick-me, its all good in the comment section. You see many posts here that one point you realize there are some topics where you see your internalized misogyny and pickmeness come out. But you read all these experiences from women here and you learn to be better. You realize your inherent biases.
Now you post a question like - "Does any one know a good living space for a woman in Bangalore near XYZ area?" and you set your filter to Bangalore. You get answers from women in Bangalore who have actually lived you scenario. Every comment is useful.
Its a good thing that you don't have to imagine any more scenarios. You have TwoXTopia now. Use it. Tell me what needs fixing. Help us improve it so that it suits your needs better. Let's create a sisterhood of trustworthy, amazing, and fabulous women. Let's further build TwoXTopia together!
Helpful Links :
Official Website - https://twox.in/
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/twoxtopia/
Official reddit handle - https://www.reddit.com/user/twoxtopia/
Official subreddit - https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoXTopia/
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: The Bedside Table
Saturday night casual check-in. Describe your current physical vibe in 3 random
items around you right now (e.g., cold coffee, skincare bottles, an abandoned
book).
No aesthetic pressure, let’s see who matches your exact energy tonight
So.. i tried joining a girl meetup..
As the title says, i tried joining a girl meetup in Indiranagar, it was supposed to be free and 2-5 girls were gonna hang out and eat food
So i dm-ed the girl and she told me she is part of an organising community and so i understood fair.
She/he sent me the link and without even showing me about the event, it took me to a registeration page to join a waitlist to join this group
it asked me my insta id, name, profession and all of these were mandatory fields,i felt as if i had to have an whole person to get verified for this, and it didnt stop there they told me to add my selfie verification which is totally fine i did this in twox happily but on this page there was no info who will verify etc ? i mean why would i give my whole biodata and resume ( they asked for linkedin page also ) just to join a casual meetup ?
i felt as though the meetup wasn’t about creating connections hut rather collecting datapoints and that made me super sad
am i overthinking this ? would you join such an event ?
i just wanted to also mention i feel grateful that twoxtopia does and amazing job at balancing safety of community and outreach, the events hosted actually feel meaningful meant to build connections, i didn’t appreciate it enough until i had this other experience 💙
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: Leaving it at the Door
The weekend is officially here. What is the one work email, exhausting
conversation, or stressful thought from this week that you are text-dumping
right here so you don’t carry it into your weekend?
Drop the baggage below. Your weekend starts as soon as you hit post.
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: The Soundtrack
Thursday check-in. If today was a specific song, movie genre, or sound effect, what would it be?
Are we playing a chaotic heavy metal track or a peaceful lo-fi beat right now?
Let it out below
Have you ever had a moment where everything suddenly feels strangely familiar?
I was walking down a street with my sister when something felt different. For a second, I stopped and thought, “Wait I’ve been here before.”
The street, the surroundings, and the whole moment felt like I had already lived it. But the strange part was I couldn’t remember when.
That little moment made me curious about déjà vu. Some theories say it happens because our brain sometimes mixes up memories, making a new experience feel familiar. Other theories explore more mysterious ideas, like whether it could be connected to dreams, past experiences, or something we don’t fully understand yet.
It’s such a strange feeling how can a moment that is happening right now feel like a memory?
Have you ever experienced déjà vu?
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: Rose & Thorn
We are halfway through the week, let’s clear the air.
What was your Rose today
(the best, sweetest, or funniest thing that happened) and what was your Thorn (the most annoying or exhausting thing)?
Unpack it all below. Let's celebrate the wins and match the rants.
My weekend went from a women's meetup to Blossom Book House to a nightclub. All with a broken hand 🥺
My wrist has been giving me trouble all week, so I probably should've stayed home this weekend. Instead, I somehow ended up at a women's meetup, cleared out Karen Rose's shelf at Blossom Book House, and finished the weekend at a nightclub.
I usually spend my weekends hosting meetups, so this time I decided to attend other people's instead.
Started Saturday with a broken hand at a women-only meetup hosted by @pritha who first attended one of mine. It was oddly wholesome seeing someone who'd once attended my meetup now hosting one of her own. There were also two women I'd previously met through my own meetups, and another who tagged along after seeing my Reddit post.
Afterwards, I made the dangerous decision to stop by Blossom Book House.
I'd recently read one Karen Rose novel and become completely obsessed, so I walked out with an entire pile of her books. I couldn't even carry them properly because of my injured hand and had to ask someone to stack them onto my good arm. A very old man looked at the mountain of books and simply said, "Wow." All I could do was smile back sheepishly.
At the billing counter, the cashier asked, "Did you find her book?" Earlier, he'd told me there were only two Karen Rose books registered in their system. I laughed and replied, "I found everything." He seemed just as amused as I was.
That night, I barely slept. One of those nights where old memories and past failures decide to revisit you all at once.
Sunday took an even stranger turn.
I somehow ended up at a club despite being someone who neither drinks nor dances.
The invitation came from a woman I'd met last through a tiny meetup on "Thoughtful Conversations" via TwoXTopia itself. She was the very first person who hosted a meetup via TwoXTopia other than me. Only three of us had shown up that day, but we stayed in touch. So when she asked if I'd join her and another friend for clubbing, I thought, why not?
I stuck to good food and soft drinks, spent most of the evening talking at the bar, eventually danced a little during the DJ set (Smooth Brain Girlie, to be precise), and then retreated to the back when my social battery needed a break.
The funniest part was that since I was one of the few sober people around, random men kept handing me their drinks while they went to the washroom. It also made me realise men and women have very different standards for who they'll trust with their drinks. 😂
At one point, I also had to stop a very drunk guy from messaging "I love you" to his boss on LinkedIn.
Perks of being the sober one, I guess.
Safe to say, this weekend reminded me why I love Bangalore. Every plan somehow turned into a story.
What did your weekend look like? Did you attend any meetups, discover a new place, or just come back with a story worth telling?
The Nightly Unwind 🌙| POV: The Weather Report
Tuesday is officially in the books. If your day today was an actual weather
forecast, what kind of climate were you dealing with?
Was it a sudden, chaotic thunderstorm, a foggy brain block, or smooth, sunny
sailing? Clear the air and unpack your day below, whether it's a quick one word check-in or a full late-night vent session. We are listening.
How heavy is too heavy?
I'm not sure if it's just me but seeing videos of the protests and brutality in Delhi have been heartbreaking to say the least. I couldn't help but wonder if the police patrolled the streets in general in large numbers with lathis and tear gas pellets, would women in India feel a little safer? Wouldn't that be a more appropriate avenue to redirect such brute forces over a peaceful protest?
Ironically, so many women from the protest have spoken about how they felt very safe at the protest and everyone was so respectable with a common goal in mind.
Having attended parts of the Bangalore protest over the last 2 days, I myself can attest to how all my inhibitions and fears faded away once I was there. None of the worst case scenarios or safety measures I was thinking of needed to be implemented. Ofcourse the scale, intensity, and optics differ greatly here.
It's always interesting to see how so much comes up for us during such moments. How it's easy to feel a sense of solidarity, but also equally helpless. How you're trying to do your bit, but it pales in comparison to the bravery and heartache of the students showing up in lakhs in Delhi.
That's all for now. 🫠
