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Sighs-o-Plenty (Poem)

To my loved ones, Wake up cold and warm burning an aching numbing it’s a warning   My soul sighs and my mind freezes Why doth not it to myself appeases?   Cry, weep, and scream out your heart; these will be the best and worst part  Of mornings of mourning till still noon. Yet hours post Meridiem go too soon   Evening and cocktail hour are upon us; We pray to those who fight and not fuss  At night aim our hearts at truest targets, then after we shall know what it begets! ***  -Diana Beatrice Asteria Thank you for reading  Support independent arts and writing today on Patreon!

Morning Sun (Poem)

 Morning Sun By B. Diana Eakin Good Morning Sol To the brightest radiance in the sky and the hottest fire Do thy divine task we beseech thee, give us thy display I will shine and give life, and burn to the heart’s desire. I greet the world, bask in my radiance as I rise each day Each morning, I gaze upon thy light, how the bird flies above I am the divine mother of the planets, I am the star queen. To Dusk and the twilight hours, to thee I give my warm love.Good Morning Sol To the brightest radiance in the sky and the hottest fire Do thy divine task we beseech thee, give us thy display I will shine and give life, and burn to the heart’s desire. I greet the world, bask in my radiance as I rise each day Each morning, I gaze upon thy light, how the bird flies above I am the divine mother of the planets, I am the star queen. To Dusk and the twilight hours, to thee I give my warm love. Support your local bdunicorn  

Excerpts from How to care for your Haunted Doll (Fantasy Worldbuilding Concept)

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A short story by Brittany Diana Care for the Haunted Doll  English Edition, Volume II Available in: Deutsch/Dansk/Svenska/Norsk/Gaelige/Nederlands/Français/Español/Italiano/Català/Română/Polski/Čeština /Srpskohrvatski/Magyar/Suomi/Eesti / latviešu/ lietuvių / Türkçe/Shqip/Afrikaans/Avañe' ẽ/Diné Bizaad/Kiswahili / Ελληνικά/ русский/ українська/ српскохрватски/ հայերեն / ქართული/ ᏣᎳᎩ / 日本語/ 漢語/한국어 / हिन्दुस्तानी/ ہندی-اردو /اَلْعَرَبِيَّةُ /فارسی / If you are reading this, you either have somehow acquired a haunted doll or a haunted doll has found you in some way. And you most likely have keep the doll and if not, you cannot get rid of the doll successfully, we recommend that this book for witches and wizards, as they are most likely to encounter said doll and be aware of it, but anyone else can read this for any purpose whether it is for educational purposes or for purely for one's entertainment. For Doll Exorcisms, call our artifact hotline (numbers in Emergency Services Sec

Lyrical Cosmos (Poem)

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  by Brittany Diana Sing a song about life, write about your love, for this is your true power. From the sky, let the thunder of victory roar, the lightning flashes over. And the sun warms everything, as it rises and sets each day and night. Moon guides you with the sun’s reflection in each night with its might Stars above they are tiny worlds upon worlds sharing the fires of life Hunt the light’s fire of the sky, let the air blow, and let water come alive Earth is substance taking everything in earnest, but the ether is nothing Void and spirit are alike indeed, just like the animal’s mind and doing. Cosmos, chasms, space, let matter sing, fly, and march for all of time. Gods and Goddesses, give and show us your magic that is the sublime. Io natalis, for the sun, stars, earth, moon, and planets are all now born. Let life grow from, to, and on each plane, and grow like a field of corn. Fire, Air, Water, and Earth, the manifestations of all the spiritual matters, Of which life shall go a

Patreon Poetry Medley from 30 July 2021

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Poems written in July 2021 by Miss Brittany Diana   Quid est homo? What is a man but a miserable pile of secrets? Said the vampire The humans are quite pathetic indeed, for that it will not inspire Quid homo est et quid est vir? Quis estes homini et estes animale? Nos non homines sumus, sed ego equa sine nome sum, non male! Si viri saparent sint, ad feminis transmutent, et bene maximale. Gedicht der Römer In Lateinisch, schreibt man viel dichter auch wie der Griechen. In Griechisch, sind das die Zunge der Zivilisation und Märchen Aber, das gedicht geht um der alte Barbaren, die heißen Deutsch. Römer sprechen Latein und Griechisch, doch sprechen wir Deutsch. Hymnus, Lied, Gesang, Dichter, das sind die Musik der reinen Wörter Diese Text haben viele Noten und Buchstabe, die Latein auch gehörte. Wir lesen und schreiben wie der Römer, nicht mehr mit den Runestaben. Runen, Hieroglyphen, Sigillen, das waren der Geschenk des Gottes Thot. Aus Ägypten, China, Land zwischen der beiden Flüssen und

To Remember Memories: A self-reflection on my past and present identities.

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  Hello everyone, I am Diana Eakin, or that's what I have been calling myself for a couple years now. Though that was not always the case. I doubt any reader would know otherwise. I first created BDunicorn as a platform to express myself and build my portfolio as a writer, poet, essayist, so many things are ahead of me. Yet, having a plan is actually quite new to me. I'll explain why later. I have been thinking a lot about my life, how it went, how it is going, and how it will go in the future. In this piece, I want to explore memory, using my past and how it relates to myself now.  This is will be my bio-mytho-graphy, to borrow a phrase from Audre Lorde, who was introduced to be by the new and familiar Abigail Thorn of Philosophy Tube. At time of writing this, I had seen her most recent video called Identity: A trans coming out story. That was truly inspiring because I had resonated with almost everything she had said, and of course had loaded it with the philosophy So, first

Fire to Stars

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Poem by Brittany of the Unicorns See the embers become the stars above in the sky and voice of space They become their own fires in the sky that are the light on our face These show the bright love in our lives, that is the hearth of the home Everything is bigger and smaller versions of each other, under a dome Big and small, the universe is an organism, and so is the multiverse Each is like a cell inside, layers of cells indeed, so vast and diverse. We are the multiverse, universe, galaxy, stars, sun, moon, and earth. Great goddesses, gives us the fire from the stars to light our hearth Want to see this earlier? Support us on Patreon!  

Sisyphos of Capital

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An existentialist ode to the working person   Hustle, grind, wake, and be productive, oh thou paragon of work Never stop because it is unstoppable even if thou stopest the rock Rise and push, even if thou fallst down and gettest thyself back up Keep going, it is your destiny to move it up, take a sip from the cup Now, drop and give us more, give us 120%, perfect is never enough Work shall set ye all free, what does not kill thee, makes thee tough. Then the stone rolls back, crushed, pushed down, it is truly the last end Work for what or for whom, this is something that shall never suspend I am not strong enough ergo I must try again, again, again, and again One must imagine themselves happy, yet thou art never happy, it is ruin. Thy ruin at the great eternal stone that is to be pushed up on the mountain Jump, give it up, and now you shall become happy, in the great unknown. -Brittany Support my blog! https://www.patreon.com/bdunicorn  

Fragments of Energy

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  The Sun is a star, and the moon is a planet, these are the signs Each star and planet, big or small, are surely cosmic designs In the night, we see the stars shine like candles or lamps of heat In the day, there is just the sun, no star can ever dare to compete. Moon reflects the Sun, and the stars above too, to the earth Each burning bright star certainly belongs to us as a hearth. Hail to the Morningstar the harbinger of the day’s sunlight Thou art Venus, named after the Goddess so fair and bright She is a worthy being of love, and the planet is quite hot. Beauty too is her domain, and beauty is like a small dot Nowhere and everywhere, this is the energy of essences And the essence of energy is movement and the senses. Oh how each star inspires me with its great and far might It shows to me that love, beauty, and magic are so bright. Let these words pay their respects to energy and to life So that I can stop and do fun things with my void wife. -Brittany  Support bdunicorn today!  

Queer as queer does: the complexities of my sexuality

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Queer as queer does: the complexities of my sexuality   Hello everyone and happy pride month!! I am queer but do you want the long form of it. Okay, here it is, just don't read me to filth of you're gonna be ex-clue "meanie" about it. Save your Korean pop star idol gifs, save it, if you don't like, then sorry not sorry. I refuse to apologize for my identity. I will be me with or without your approval. Like me or not everything I say here is something I want others to read, so you are cordially invited to stay and read, but if you don't wanna read this, then get out this is a bi lesbian safe space. I will not abide by or condone any exclusionary bigotry. Now, since that has been taken care of, who wants some tea and cookies? Made from the finest spilled shade, and I'll throw you some tea too! Part I Setting the Stage. This is about the details of my sexual orientation and all of the nuances I experienced such as the disk horse, my queer history, my gender a

Death and Rebirth: An ode to the phoenix

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  A poem by Brittany Diana Blessed be thy fiery plumage oh great bird, the holy fowl of fire! Thou art the phoenix, a bird of flames who will soon expire But alas, thy life is not yet over, thy life is reset to become anew To be born, thou willst die, but do not worry little bird of the hue Thy feathers of flame inspire us with thine ethereal beauty indeed To become new again, they wilt and disappear, your time will heed Thou sayest to me, do not cry and do not despair, I will return to ye. Whenever ye shall see a feather of mine, you will see fair beauty. My beauty shall be thy beauty, your beauty, everyone to and fro Fire is life, light, and raw energy concentrated to be ours in tow Your sweet flames will fly again, day and night, dark and light Hail to thee, o sweet phoenix, your eyes are now again so bright! Support BDunicorn on patreon today!  

The Metaphysics of Gender Identity: A series of inquiries on gender, identity, behavior, and biology.

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  Hello everyone This is yet another dry and serious piece about gender. A BDunicorn classic! But like before we get into that. Let's talk about color theory. A common thing people say is that the Ancient Greeks did not have blue, or at least the concept of blue-ness. Did they literally not see blue or did they see blue as not a color in its own right. Does blue exist?  Well of course it does, I am sure if you asked people if blue exists, they would say of course it fucking does, look at the sky you silly dingdong. Yet, that was the thing. The sky was just the sky, not blue, things were like the sky or like the ocean, but they were not blue. Some people would say Grue rather than blue, as blue and green are sub-colors of grue. This is actually a real linguistic concept called blue-green distinction, but don't worry about it for now. Color seems so obvious. It's light and stuff. I am sure any physicists can smart-splain to me how it actually works It's all light, on a sp

The Tome: a vignette of a short story series.

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The Tome of Magic 4th February, Thursday,  Maria Hilde, a young unicorn lady and graduate student,  went on her usual trip to the City Library,  her local branch. Maria started a new course in magical history,  and on break she had visited the library for the environment and  sometimes to check other kinds of books and movies and games there.  Or at least met up with her partners and friends.  Maria had talked to a new staff of the library. “Uh hi, my name is Maria, I’m a student,  and could you help me find something for arcane magic studies under Dr Sternbart Kelestos.”  “Of course, I’ll have Dr Schianne help you, they are the librarian for rare and obscure books,  they often find arcane magical texts.” said the library assistant.  “Their office is right and left, past the café, a black door, room 230.” “Thank you, bye.” Maria nodded.  She walked down the library, and even grabbed a tea and croissant from the library’s cafe.  The food, coffee, and tea is free for all students.  “Dr S

Unswallowing the Red Pill: A feminist analysis of MRA rhetoric and Men's Issues

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Trigger Warning for Suicide mention and self-harm. If reading about that will make you uncomfortable, look away. And this article may seem a little binary, I apologize for that, but that's the fault of research being so binary until very recently. . . . . . Hello everyone, In this essay I will talk about men's rights. Look I know, save the hot takes for the comments or the quote tweets. So recently, I have been embroiled in online discussions of feminism and what stuck out to me was men's issues and MRAs and the notion of a men's movement.  What is this "Red Pill" we are supposed to take? I thought of calling this "feminist takes the red pill" but the red pill was established to show discovery of the true self, and that choice in color was (arguably) a reference to premarin, which is what trans women used to take in the 1990s for feminizing HRT, it is a pill that is red and contained estrogen from horse urine! So, in a sense, I have been "Red-Pi