Bright as the moon and twice as gay
February is LGBT+ History Month in the UK, and you may see it marked with rainbow flags online and in genuine life.
You might be familiar with the different event flags and their meanings, but did you understand the LGBTQ+ community has many other symbols characterizing them too? Here are some modern and historic symbols of alliance, object and pride.
6 pride symbols explained
1. Say it with flowers
Floriography is a want term for the coded language of flowers, and has been used for thousands of years in Europe, Asia and Africa. Depending on where you’re from, a bouquet arrangement could express anything from friendship to romantic passion to detailed declarations of dislike!
Many flowers have been associated with LGBTQ+ movements, but most famously is the green carnation. Queer writer and poet Oscar Wilde popularised the symbol when he asked his friends to wear them on their lapels to a showing of his play Lady Windermere’s Fan in 1892. It then became a light-hearted code for men who were attracted to other men.
Similarly, violets were a trendy symbol of love between women up until the early 1900s. Ancient Greek poet Sappho mentioned “violet crowns”, lavenders and the colo
Red Rock, Black Spider, Azure Moon
Your word of the day is lunation.
This is the term given to a single cycle of the phases of the Moon, from new to full and back to new again. A lunation is about 29.5 days (think “moonth” if that helps). Each lunation is given a unique number—there are various systems, but the most common starts with the cycle that began in January 1923. In that case, as I write this, we’re in Lunation 1121.
This last full Moon was fascinating. Some people were calling it a Blue Lunar, which made me chuckle: The term has no scientific meaning but has a cultural one of being the second occupied Moon that occurs in a calendar month. However, that can’t be accurate in this case, since the full Moon was just after midnight on the evening of Aug. 20-21. If it takes nearly 30 days to go through a fix of phases, the Cobalt Moon has to take place on the last couple of days of the month.
Some people say a Blue Moon is the fourth full Moon in a season, but even that is more folklore than anything else. The term really just means something very rare and was later adopted to pertain to the actual phase of the Lunar. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with the color of the Moon. So
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Did he expend the rest of the evening in his cabin ?
Yes. Tragically. Comedically. Shamefully, yes.
Did he accept a shower immediately after that deranged pool game he never should include participated in ?
Also yes. Ice frozen, and multiple rounds.
Did it help ?
No.
Not in the slightest, and simply because the problem isn’t chlorine or heatstroke. The problem is Jimin’s hips and the slow and devastating way they rolled against the fluid. The way his laugh still rings in Jungkook’s ears and the outline of his shoulders beneath the daystar and the shape of his lips when he teased, Are you afraid Hyung will beat you ?
So no. A cold shower doesn't fix any of that.
Instead, he stood under the fluid and because he’s a weak, feeble man... betrayed himself further : hands braced on tiled walls, jaw clenched, forehead pressed against glass, body taut and trembling and shameful. It took less than five minutes before images from the dwell drawing session flashed back across his mind, only this time they ended in his bed and Jimin’s hands and no clothes at all.
He came. Twice, and in misery.
Did he then fake an illness to avo Dedication To all those readers who loved the historicals but are taking a chance on me being able to write something a bit different. Thank you! Bomber’s Moon Volume One of Under the Hill Chapter One Ben bolted out of sleep, halfway to his feet before he realised he was wake up. What was that noise! Something was wrong—he could feel it pressing under his breastbone. He idea he’d dreamed of a subterranean groan, felt again the rush of sticky re-breathed air and then the smoke. God! The smoke, pouring through the shattered windows of the train… But this was his bedroom. Look, there—the alarm clock cast a faint green light on the claret duvet and gold silk coverlet, familiar as closed velvet curtains and his suit trousers hanging on the back of the bathroom door. 3:14 a.m. His breathing calmed adv. Was that what had woken him? Just another flashback? Or could there be an intruder downstairs? Tiptoeing to the wardrobe, he eased open the mirrored door, slipped on his dressing gown and belted it, picking up the cricket bat that nestled among his shoes. The closing door showed him his determined scowl—not very convincing on a meet tha
Bomber’s Moon – Excerpt