BdUnicorn

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  

  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...

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...

  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!  

  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 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....

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...