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© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from East Kilbride, Scotland.
Captured on an exercise walk with my camera during the December "Christmas Lockdown" of 2020.
We were not allowed to see our loved ones indoors, in fact I haven't seen my own family for nearly two years because I am 300 miles away and clinically vulnerable. No Christmas parties were allowed. We made the most of our festivities alone while thousands of people, during that lockdown, were unable to say goodbye to their dying loved ones. The government, by many accounts, enjoyed a series of parties however. Politics aside, even if you voted for them, they are laughing at you - they are laughing at all of us. This is not about party politics - this is about basic human decency.
Be rightfully angry but please do not let it stop you from taking the right public health measures to keep people safe during the pandemic. There is worse of this miserable virus yet to come and we all have a part to play. Stay safe my Flickr friends.
"A ghost, a thought, a shadow in the mind
Your soul, it's lost, the silhouette of life
Show yourself a vision for the blind
You leave the darkness now, let the shadows fall behind
We were born to dream of heaven in between
But we're walking towards the slaughter footsteps right behind the sheep
You better run, you're the maker of your doom
Yeah, that voice inside the shadow is the architect of truth
And you know it, bow below it, dare to own it
Bestowed upon the virtue of your soul, but you sold it anyway
In the ashes of the city, I am lost and I am missing
Only darkness can forgive me!
You know the sun don't shine in the shadows
In the shadows
But you can find the light in the shadows
In the shadows
You know the sun don't shine in the shadows
In the shadows
But you can find the light in the shadows
In the shadows
In the shadows
In the shadows
Nothing good comes easily
Chaos can start so peacefully
Recently it's been eating me
What does this darkness see in me?
We fight and die so needlessly
I'm looking for some decency
For good and bad both equally
Dark and light can shine evenly
Heartless as the army of darkness marches (Heartless as the army of darkness marches)
I'ma make it out of the dark regardless (I'ma make it out of the dark regardless)
It's too late to be saved
As I go down in flames
I'd rather burn out than fade away
You know the sun don't shine in the shadows
In the shadows
But you can find the light in the shadows
In the shadows
You know the sun don't shine in the shadows
In the shadows
But you can find the light in the shadows
In the shadows
In the shadows
In the shadows"
Lyrics Source:
genius.com/Blasterjaxx-and-hollywood-undead-shadows-lyrics
Video:
When you find them, keep them in your circle. Check in with them, be a friend to have a friend..
Because.. I can tell you, real people with decency, honesty, and heart are so hard to find.
# continuing to delve into another discovered archive as promised ( these are more of my odd, multi-exposure Supersampler images)consisting of thousands of images that were essentially an aspect of self-prescribed grief (pseudo) therapy. I say pseudo because of it's longer term efficaciousness. I'd feel tremendous while shooting. In fact the year before last, I spent the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day on the roof, armed with multiple cams and plenty of Big Red (Christmas cheer in Texas). So at times, it seemed a bit more like escapism, because after a marathon photo session, I'd often feel, well, the same as I had previously. Allow me to state that these are purely subjective observations, and faint sketches at best. To be fair to my own version/adaptation of the art as therapy notion, overall it did help me. I had been severely agoraphobic, and it gave me a fixation/obsession (these have always been requisite to my functionality/survival anyway -- I must be fun to hang out with! ;), a reason to open the door, habitually monitoring the moon's whereabouts, scheduling my times, and shooting all phases. That's how it started for me, deciding that my lunar imagery up until that point was mediocre and that I knew if I spent enough time, I could extract more craterous detail, for instance, and quite simply be more capable of rendering La Luna's peculiar, unique beauty. I accomplished those objectives, and kept giving myself new assignments, solar photography being a favorite, one overlapping hard with science, what has always captivated (when I was very young, it was archaeology, always something, once again -- I went out to a UT excavation site when I was 11, amazingly cool, enlightening experience)! But I kept expanding, and please forgive/forget what I previously said about escapism. Actually, I needed that, and issuing a statement explaining that it saved my life..... that wouldn't be exaggeration, and was and remains true. Apologies for verbosity, but if anyone feels that sort of grief that itself kills, please find your thing and keep it with you. This is rather out of character for me, but finding this cache of images opened up something very dark again ,(spoken as a lover of Poe, that sort of dark, and worse) reminding me that grief is experienced differently by everyone, and mine s is still with me, it's seemingly intractable DNA mutations. People and the Pop culture are easily turned and likewise quite easily can become jaded. My example is the song "Everybody Hurts" that even some hardcore r.e.m. fans confided they were sick of hearing and everything to do with it. Sad. A simple, very beautiful part of the culture now, a piece of Michael Stipe and his kindness and essential decency, and a reason my Mom always wanted to write him a letter. She and her Mom were the most sincerely decent, good (I address this from a philosophy perspective, where her approach was religion) people I've ever known, and Mom saw something in Stipe, calling him "a very kind man." The lyric "don't throw your hand" really loomed large in meaning and significance each day before 0500, and still does. Thank you, Michael Stipe, and thank you, my Flickr community, especially if by some..... miracle you've read this far! Salud.
"Radicalized by basic decency."
"F*ck Tr*mp"
No Kings Protest, October 18, 2025 | Denver, CO
© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul
EVERY DAY
You can leave me in the light
And not worry about finding me
You must surely know
That I will always seek you out
When you feel your sanity
Might be in doubt
When your heart feels sore
And you can’t take anymore
When you hide in dark corners
Shunning the current conversation
All so trite and full of spite
Come and find me
Where you left me
Just look for the light
Because that is me calling you
Every moment of the day
From the light
Look it’s alright
From the light
I love you
From the light
Day and night
*****
Thank you to my Friends and Followers,
an Affirmation for Every Day.
Dear friends and followers, and those who have viewed and faved recently on my last batch of work. I have been thinking of you all and wanting to get back to you before now.
The past few days I have been unwell however, but recovering now.
So this was just a little offering to keep you all going until I can cast my eyes over your lovely work and thank you all for supporting me.
Grail Keepers do not forget their friends. Grail Keepers are people who do not forget and have loyalty as their middle name.
Behind the scenes I have been working, thinking. Seems to me we need beauty and decency back in this world. We need the sort of values that anybody, regardless of who or what they are, or what faith they follow, can have.
A Grail Keeper in my mind is someone who will help in this way, even if its only in small ways, it all adds up to something bigger.
Martin Luther King was a Grail Keeper. John Lennon was a Grail Keeper. Mother Teresa was a Grail Keeper. Alexei Navalny was a Grail Keeper. There are so many, the list could go on.
These are courageous well known examples. But there are also Grail Keepers who work diligently in their own communities. There are Grail Keepers who perform small acts of kindness every day.
I want to start to expand on this idea, and the work I do I hope will bring some light into this dark uncertain world of ours. It doesn’t have to be this way, and Grail Keepers even if its only in a simple, small way, need to find their courage and continue to hold up a light.
This work is from Glynde Church, in Sussex in the UK. I take my Grails out into the area I know and have lived in all my life. With them I seek to find a connection to the spiritual world that will heal and enlighten.
Short of having you there with me, the least I can do is share my work in images and words.
And as always, if you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at:
March 13th, 2024. Dear Friends...I am still catching up...if I haven't got to you yet, I will.
Meanwhile...The Grail is obsessing me again, when does it not you might ask. Fair point. I really think there is going to be more written as I think upon it. I mean, I have thought about it pretty much all my life, but I think it has a poignant relevance now. I can see some Blogs might get written in the future, especially on the Grail Keeper theme. Modern Grail Keepers are also our future.
Think of any? Might be somebody in your local community.
Like the Post Master in mine, who helped me sort out the right postage to get my new Driving License there and back safely. He got it in the right envelopes and everything for me.
My notes are expanding. But then so is love for the Grail.
All my love everybody, Shell x
When your AF Auto setting is left on 'Continuous / Group' and probably isn't the correct setting for a particular shot, you blame the bird instead... :-)
I'm still around friends, but European events have been somewhat sobering of late, and the inspiration to make images has been overshadowed by the appalling events ongoing in Ukraine.
May courage, freedom, and decency prevail in the fight against evil thuggish brutality - Slava Ukraini!
Callie is known locally as 'black jesus' - he is kind, a deep thinker, ridiculously easy company.
Six days a week, his long gangly legs and endless ropey arms make their way around the island by bicycle, (often balancing a variety of fruits and coconuts on his handlebars to sell), easily traversing 20km-30km a day.
On this day, he told me that he had recently had a stroke and that he had some paralysis down his right side. The doctor told Callie that it was a good thing that he took one of his epic bicycle rides shortly after the stroke had hit, because doing so had minimised the lasting affect of the heart-event on his limbs.
Before the portraits, I showed Callie the images I had taken of his sister Anna - he got emotional: there she is...there she is'...
Callie, and ordinary men and women like him, make you feel part of something that matters. That a world of decency, respect, hard work, honesty and self-sufficiency, can and does still exist.
Whenever I speak to Callie or see one of his enormous hands lift from a handlebar to waive as I pass him, his give-everything smile beaming, I realise that 'god is one of us' and that our blessings are too many to count.
There is a compelling story behind this picture. When I was shooting the Kambala Race near Mangaluru the runner or player lost control and fell down and the incident was recorded in stages in my Nikon D500 with Nikkor 2.8 80-200. Such pictures may get accepted or awarded in Photographic Salons. Feeling on his side how deep he might be hurt on that after noon, how many days his lingering thoughts could get fade away and keeping in mind of Photographic decency
I am reluctant to post the pictures in Social Media.
No Kings Protest, October 18, 2025 | Denver, CO
"Not paid to be here — I am fighting fascism for free."
"F*ck Tr*mp"
"Radicalized by basic decency."
© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul
i have an important announcement to make! hear ye, hear ye... gather round.
i am getting sick of people commenting on the fact that i don't smile in 98% of my shots, calling me "stoic" or asking why i'm sad. LISTEN. it's really difficult to smile in a non-"i looked like i just passed gas" kind of way when you're taking self-portraits. it's just me, my camera (her name is Vera, as in, does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?), my tripod & my remote control. it's not exactly a natural, carefree, fun environment. when i try to smile, it's obviously forced. it looks weird. so, perhaps before you ask why i'm sad or yell at me to smile, you should ask yourself why you care. if it's for my own well-being, then read my description and tags. most likely, i'm not sad. if i am, then ok, thanks. i just don't like cheesy photography and my forced smile is cheesy. QED.
...anyway.
today, however, was a shit day. feeling homesick and directionless... kind of like, i just don't know what i'm supposed to be. or do. but i'm getting over it.
so that rant was kind of pointless. at least for today. but tomorrow, you better quit it! :)
i bought a ticket for monday night to see the royal shakespeare company perform a midsummer night's dream at the novello theatre. and since i'm going by myself, i'm sitting in the fourth row! yee-haw. i'ma dress to the nines and smoke cigarettes out of a long black cigarette holder thingy. and wear long gloves. satin! and drink tea with the queen. or, i won't do any of those things.
oh. and i'm posting a photo (below) of me with my new hat & my hurt & sad puppy dog face. yesterday, at the tate modern, the guy taking tickets at the rothko exhibit exclaimed, "that hat makes you look like a polish chimney sweep!" umm, whatever that means?! i would have told you that your teef look like austin powers's but unlike you i have some decency. (i'm just telling the flickr world instead :P)
Beginnings
2020 was a challenge for people around the world, yet blessings happened in the course of the year that set the stage for new hope in 2021.
We were blessed with the birth of Matthew Robert Wright on December 15, 2020, our seventh grandchild/step-grandchild in our blended family. New hope associated with the birth of a child is something that stirs the hearts and souls of humans everywhere generation after generation.
Dona and I have talked about our four children and their spouses often -- two of Dona's children and two of my children in our blended family. All four of our children have been blessed with loving spouses and beautiful children of their own. All of the families are different, yet they share a commonality characterized by respect, dignity, love, compassion, education, humor, faith, decency, and a strong work ethic. These things are blessings that will impact future generations of our family.
It is almost certain that this will be our last grandchild, and it occurs to me that the number seven represented perfection in the bible. To have seven beautiful, healthy, joyful grandchildren is more than we deserve or ever dreamed. It is a blessing from our God -- a God who blesses those who don't deserve blessings and who buries our sins deeper than the deepest sea, never to be remembered. These are the things that give us new hope when the sun rises each and every day.
Shot on iPhone 13 Pro.
I can't remember being this nervous on an election day - and the election is taking place on the other side of the world. Fingers crossed that decency, respect and democracy are the winners. Anyway, went for a run and found a puddle.
Taking in this majestic, magnificent, view of earth, really took my breath away. I have seen photos of this place before, but never in person until a couple weeks ago. I didn't expect the effect and power this amazing location would have on me and my person. You know how being somewhere like this can actually change you? If you are open to it? Well this experience changed me. Lifting my soul up and lightening the load in my heart, giving me a glimpse of hope for our country again, while washing away both feelings of doubt and hurt, disbelief and sadness, at the devastating state of our nation, and it's unbelievably dark, hateful, confused, and scared population of red and blue inhabitants. I am grateful I was able to visit Horseshoe Bend, and feel it's powerful force of positive and transformative effects on my psyche. I wish this feeling for everyone to experience, I wish these transformative and reassuring powers to once again inhabit the souls and hearts of all citizens of the USA. So that our differences, fear, anger, hate, and all the untruths that are festering like maggots in a dead corps, die off. Disappear and fade away. Revealing hope, love, humanity, truth, understanding, and compassion in each of us. And that that love and respect for our fellow men and women returns, and human decency is restored.
I fear todays post may be against Flickr rules on several accounts as well as breaching various laws of decency.
Clearly the image content can be deemed as both explicit and perhaps down right rude so please do not view it before 9 pm.
I sincerely apologise to the soon to be parents for this unjustifiable intrusion into their privacy.
To save you all the trouble I have already had a serious word with myself.
For those still reading this is a pic of at least two Black Guillemots in Oban Harbour.
another week has flown by waiting for the "weekend post" )
..So ... ''Forest hunters Wasiap, Yangim, and a third, whose name I did not know, accompanied us to a kampong on the border of their ancestral territory on the evening of Christmas Eve. At dusk, they did not return to the forest and stayed overnight at our place. " www.flickr.com/photos/zoombablog/53714364781/in/dateposted/
In the mist of the approaching Christmas morning, at the edge of the rainforest, a man whose name I did not know was shielding me with his bare chest from an aimed arrow.
Literally, not figuratively.
He defended me with his bare belly, if you want to reduce the degree of pathos in this story. As he had nothing on except a stalk of rattan around his waist and a tuft of bird-of-paradise feathers on the back of his head. There was also half a some-nut shell, which gave him an acceptable level of decency in the surrounding society, but it was unlikely to protect him from the sharp bamboo arrowhead aimed at my chest.
Everything happened so suddenly that it took me a while to realize and piece together the small details..
At that moment I saw only one thing clearly:
- a dressed, civilized man pointed at me an arrow at me from the bushes. The man who saved my life was wild and naked.
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135mm Fujicolor Reala 100 expired and broken of microbes
Nikon FM2 camera which got to know the taste of water
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some more photos from the island of Papua New Guinea in the album here : www.flickr.com/photos/zoombablog/albums/72177720296962443
Dear Friends and Followers, and all those who have viewed, faved and commented on my work for the past four years, I wouldn’t have got this far without you!
When I joined in 2021, I didn’t know what to expect at all…never thinking that four years later I would get a million views on just 389 shots.
My goal was a last ditch attempt in my life to find like-minded souls who had an inner sensitivity and a love of classic photography and imagery that didn’t necessarily fit into any category you had ever heard of, except maybe ‘spiritual.’
I wanted to share my love of the landscape I live in, and the places that mean so much to me, but in such a way that they reached out to you, and touched your heart, spirit and soul. I wanted you to know that you were never alone, that whatever faith you followed or none, this universe was full of mysteries that all go back to the same source and that our spiritual journey never ends.
Each of the pieces of work I have shown here in my gallery, and the poetry or writing that goes with it, has come from my heart, from deep within my own soul, and they are shared here to help you on your own journey or to comfort you.
My friends and followers, and all those who I have shared moments with, sometimes fleeting, sometimes intense, and sometimes heartbreaking, thank you for your trust in me.
This image is for you. This image is for all those who are spiritual seekers. This image is a detail from a watercolour painting I completed in 2007. The detail is of The Grail, because those of you who know me, know of my obsession with The Grail. The Grail lives in me, and I have found it lives in many of you out there too.
My life-long obsession with The Grail has led me to draw it, paint it and now photograph it on location with my camera. I have a collection of Grails…and when I go out with them to photograph them I am often transported in ways that are indescribable, even for me! The whole thing about this is that it is an ‘experience’ that I could not do any other way. I have to make the effort to do it, but as my photographs show, I wouldn’t have missed any of it and I hope to continue doing it and sharing those experiences.
The detail of this work is from my painting called “The Wished For”, and it features the Enchanter Merlin, who is holding The Grail. Merlin, and The Tales of King Arthur of Britain, have also been part of my soul all my life…for as far back as I can remember. I spent many years trying to find traces of Arthur and his Knights, and Merlin, in the Summerlands of Britain, in the West Country of England chasing after myths and mysteries. I have a vast archive of those searches on film from the 1980's and 1990's, which I am hoping to share.
I will show this painting in full..in the coming weeks if you would like me to, and my usual works! Meanwhile, thank you to all of you who have supported me on Flickr from the deepest loving part of my heart, and wherever you are, and whoever you are, may your God go with you.
Shelley xx
UPDATE 1st October 2025.
Well, here we are rapidly moving into Autumn in my part of the world. But I don't mind, I love the colours, the misty days, less heat. I have been brain-storming again...Autumn takes me back to those wonderful times I spent in the West Country in England, as we used to prefer the quieter times this season offered. So I have been delving into those archives mentioned above and thinking about how they could live again. I have been experimenting with those film shots and I get the feeling there is something I need to do with those, that would include my usual prose. They won't leave me alone..so that's a sure sign something needs to happen!
Meanwhile there is some work I do have finished that I just need to get up on some new pages on my website, and then on here. Just a matter of organising really.
Thank you to everybody for your lovely comments here, and for your views and faves. The good thing about Flickr is that we can show and share our work this way. If we are determined enough we can nurture and share our own community that helps people to cope with some difficult days.
This has also been on my mind lately...some social media sites have become..well, hell-holes wouldn't be far from the mark would it? Even YouTube seems to have gone bonkers unless you sign in now. I just couldn't believe the amount of ghastliness when I was looking for a piece of music to go with one of my works. They seem to have lost control of the nastiness that gets put up on there..and I don't want any part of that, thank you.
Even signed in you get stuff you really do not want to see.
So....I am not going to add links to music anymore. What I will do, as I did on my last "Desk Shot' was include information about what I am listening to from my own collection, including shots of the CD or whatever. Much better and more informative I think.
You only earn respect...if you respect yourself and have some standards you want to keep, and uphold these standards as well.
If that sounds terribly British..so be it. But it is more the case of wanting to remain a decent person, that is what I wish to be.
I have been more open here in this post...maybe that's what achieving a million views does for you! Haha!
We all need to earn our stripes. But most of all we need to remember our humanity and any decency we have left.
Friends, Followers, people who have faved and viewed, people who have taken the time to comment, I will forever be deeply thankful for your dedication and most of all, your friendship.
My love, always, Shelley. xx
Here's an odd photo collage I worked on years ago for one of my art jewelry projects that I thought I'd share.
At the time it seemed to be about trying to survive as an artist and musician (and perhaps about rising tides from global warming).
Today it strikes me as an appropriate allegory to almost everything going on--as a people we are collectively drowning in misinformation, division, fear, smoke, violent storms, a damaged environment, a deadly virus, inequalities, too much "stuff" and the list goes on.
I miss the calm, the unity, the kindness, the decency. As someone trying to overcome cancer I don't need this kind stress and I suspect, either do you.
But there's also hope in this image just as there is underneath all the world's troubles. The human heart that holds unbounded love is beating and glowing. There's still a chance to rescue those things we value when we work together.
A Victory Cry for the Poor and Humble
Veritable is the feeling of the moment
verbose is the diatribe of opined upstarts
combined
a collusion of civil warring third parties
affecting spirited comebacks with vile attacks
el mundo bring me peace in hope of release
please,
for the hurt of this combustable being
from the mouth of a despicable coward fleeing
is for all to see, presently shown
like a flashlight
a revelation of revulsion setting the scene
before night falls, let us not ourselves befall
the honour of being humble
presiding over our "poorness"
written in simple tomes indeed
a feeling acts beyond words
didn't the RUTHless among us know?
that actions speak louder than words
and thus
a retraction of manners,
highlights indelibly, all the shortcomings
of heart, soul and spirit...
those that seek to destroy others work,
those that humiliate the humble
those that opine against the afflicted
those that wallow in bitterness
they, of the ruthless side of life
lonely, unloved, incurable of spite
a lack of decency in the face of mirrored truth
imcumbents of hostility
bring about internal wars
which we, the "poor" and humble
cannot assist
for we are so unspeakbly low in their eyes
that our rank and file are beneath their contempt
alas,
I feel free to speak,
however "poor" may my efforts be
I at least have senses that operate
upon my medically stabilised heart
I at least...have a heart that speaks!!!!!
by anglia24
12h00: 06/03/2008
©2008anglia24
Well, its Monday. The clocks for some bizarre reason have gone back an hour. It was dark at 5.30 last night....Ug. Winter is here. Think i’ve got SAD.
I was going to be posting a Monday ‘At One with Nature’ shot, but think it was pushing the boundaries of decency. So have decided not to. No buttous action here.
Another sunrise here. Or just after...
“How much? I only asked for two pints. I didn’t order a meal as well!”
Well of course I didn’t actually say that – although perhaps I really should have done. I know we have an internationally sized bucket load of inflation right now, but the price I’d been asked to pay for two run of the mill pints of lager really was beyond the pale ale. If I’m ever in London (which I try not to be because I prefer to be surrounded by quiet green things rather than noisy concrete ones), then I accept the fact that I’m about to be subjected to a certain amount of open wallet surgery, but five miles from home is a bit galling. Not long ago we’d baulked at paying not much less than this for our drinks in a rather more upmarket establishment at Marazion, but at least the ambience and the service there had been rather more agreeable. Lee promptly shared the news of this latest affront to human decency with his mates back at his old stomping ground in the West Midlands, who in turn responded with a series of disgruntled electronic expletives. He told me his cousin is currently paying less than half the amount I’d just parted with for his chosen tipple. We really ought to have known better and headed away from the beach to Wetherspoons.
We were at a very well known public house in one of the most popular resorts in Cornwall; yes, the one that everyone seems to enjoy visiting when they’re on the beach, and here my descent into gloom continued further still. I’d already allowed myself a quiet groan when the location had been picked. I was worried that despite the fact we were in early May I still hadn’t managed to get to the bluebells and time was running out. But Lee likes it here, and sees something that eludes me completely, producing a regular stream of very impressive images of people strolling at the water’s edge. He goes there quite often, knows where to park without paying and usually returns with a picture that tells a story. For my part, I struggle here, but I shrugged and went along with it. In fact, in the eight years since this hobby took over so much of my spare time, I’d only been here with photography on my mind three times before, and on two of those occasions the camera never even made it out of the bag. Courtesy of some kite surfers on a lovely summer evening the third occasion was actually rather successful, although two years later the raw files remain untouched, overlooked in favour of visits to other locations where I’m happier.
We’d started on the cliffs, where Lee had discovered his current favourite parking spot. I stared blankly at the beach below us as my accomplice settled down to work. Even on a Tuesday afternoon the place was full of people, littering the sand with a million messy footprints. Right in front of me I noted the perfect tufts of sea thrift, reminding me that I really needed to get my skates on before they too started to wane as summer indolence gets ever nearer. But with nothing to link them to the bigger scene beyond I didn’t even try; simply noting that I needed to be at a place where I could attempt to photograph them successfully soon. Far below in the water a seal was wrestling with an enormous skate (not the wheeled variety) that it had caught for tea, but I was too slow to reach for the big lens to catch the best of the action.
We headed down to the beach to join the masses, where I continued my appointment with confusion. We wandered to the far end of the sands in the afternoon bright light, and then we turned back towards that certain establishment where everyone seems bent on quenching their thirst. They might at least use some of those profits to clean the latrines more thoroughly. With nothing of note on the SD card and an hour before the light would begin to change we repaired to the bar and succumbed to the eye watering prices, before heading outside to an empty bench to discuss football, photography and middle aged men’s ailments – our three favourite topics. Add the forthcoming Iceland adventure to the mix, and that hour soon passed, along with the incoming tide that helped to cull the vast numbers of bystanders who would no doubt otherwise get in the way of any images I might attempt before giving up and going home.
I had at least got a possible composition in mind. The light was still too bright and a dog stood in the middle of the frame for at least 30 seconds to create a ghost that needed to be removed, but with the very big stopper on the front of the lens, this was the result. The Ukrainian flag flew solemnly from the summit of Chapel Rock, which seems so much smaller than it did when I used to climb it on visits to my grandparents here as a child. It was at least some sort of result to mark the occasion.
Maybe I should go back through those images from two years ago. It was the only time I really enjoyed my visit here, and I think there might be a picture somewhere in there if I can just commit myself to sit down and wade through the endless raft of raw files. But it was late June, a Sunday evening with work the following day; probably the reason they were saved to be worked on later and then never quite made it to the top of the pile. Perhaps there’s a bit of redemption in there somewhere.
Holy Cross Church
sobory.ru/article/?object=01850
Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: KODAK_VISION2_500T/5218;
Filter: No filter;
Exposure: as ISO 125;
Scanned: Minolta Dimage Scan Elite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
Today the good people of Alabama face an excruciatingly difficult decision. They have to figure out whether it would be a bad idea to elect someone who has been credibly accused of using his political power to sexually assault and harass girls as young as 14 years of age. Of course if they choose not to vote for Roy Moore they might be giving up on the chance to make America great again. You know, "when families were united — even though we had slavery — they cared for one another…. Our families were strong, our country had a direction." So there you have it. If they choose not to send a likely child molester to Congress they might lose out on the chance to "shake up the establishment" and "drain the swamp" by electing someone who opines that getting rid of all of the amendments after the Tenth would "eliminate many problems." I do hope that the citizens of Alabama are able to resolve this moral dilemma for the ages. This is the United States in 2017.
To make sure that I am not misunderstood, I don't really think that this is a difficult decision. The fact that someone like Roy Moore has a strong chance of being elected to the US Senate tells us something terrible about the state of the country at this point in time. Of course it can't be too much of a surprise given the current resident of the Oval Office...
Update: it looks like Alabama came through on this one. It's hard to get too excited when the margin of victory is barely over one percent, but it's a start. Congratulations to everyone who worked hard on Doug Jones' campaign. I would also like to say thank you to all the people who chose decency and respect in this election even when it meant going against some of their ideological commitments.
Catching up on some back shots from the beginning of the year
On a walk around the Addington Cemetery with a wonderful Flickr friend. February 13, 2016 Christchurch New Zealand.
There is so much damaged in the cemetery because of the earthquake we have had. It is such a pity as I don' think it will ever be fully repaired.
The Addington Cemetery was established in 1858 when the Scottish Presbyterians of St Andrew’s Church purchased land for a cemetery in Selwyn Street. Although not the first cemetery in Christchurch, Addington was in fact the first “public” cemetery, “being open to all persons of any religious community” and allowing the performance of any religious service “not contrary to public decency”.
The first burial took place on the 10th of November 1858. The cemetery has several persons of note buried within its grounds including activist Kate Sheppard, Christchurch Mayor Tommy Taylor and members of the pioneer family, the Deans.
For More Info:http://my.christchurchcitylibraries.com/addington-cemetery/
The second day in Tolmin was, like the first, an exercise in restraining my expectations. Here I was in a beautifully mountainous part of a country I'd never visited before, taking part in an event with the headline purpose of pushing the limits of my flying, but all achievements hinged on the permission of the weather. After a sweaty afternoon practising ground-handling at the campsite, I found out as I left the much-needed shower block that in those 5 minutes it had been decided we could have the treat of an evening flight. No time for decency, or modesty, as I scrambled across the campsite donning what clothes I could and gathering my gear together, lest I miss the bus to the Kobala launch.
Almost an hour later, I was cruising through the smooth evening air, soaking up the view along the Soča valley. Here, I'm circling with some of the other participants of the FlyFurther event, eeking out what height we could from the last, fading thermals of the day, clinging on to our aerial viewpoint for every precious minute that the valley would allow us to.
These two tiger swallowtails were mating right out in the open on my dad's front yard - don't they have any sense of decency! For what its worth, the female is on top here.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijra_(South_Asia)
Hijra (for translations, see [n 1]) is a term used in South Asia – particularly in India and Pakistan – to refer to trans women (male-to-female transgender individuals).[1][2] In different areas of Pakistan and India, transgender people are also known as Aravani, Aruvani or Jagappa.[3]
In Pakistan and Bangladesh, the hijras are officially recognized as third gender by the government,[4][5] being neither completely male nor female. In India also, transgender people have been given the status of third gender and are protected as per the law despite the social ostracism. The term more commonly advocated by social workers and transgender community members themselves is khwaja sira (Urdu: خواجہ سرا) and can identify the individual as a transsexual person, transgender person (khusras), cross-dresser (zenanas) or eunuch (narnbans).[6][7]
Hijras have a recorded history in the Indian subcontinent from antiquity onwards as suggested by the Kama Sutra period. This history features a number of well-known roles within subcontinental cultures, part gender-liminal, part spiritual and part survival.
In South Asia, many hijras live in well-defined and organised all-hijra communities, led by a guru.[8][9] These communities have sustained themselves over generations by "adopting" boys who are in abject poverty, rejected by, or flee, their family of origin.[10] Many work as sex workers for survival.[11]
The word "hijra" is an Urdu word derived from the Semitic Arabic root hjr in its sense of "leaving one's tribe,"[12] and has been borrowed into Hindi. The Indian usage has traditionally been translated into English as "eunuch" or "hermaphrodite," where "the irregularity of the male genitalia is central to the definition."[13] However, in general hijras are born with typically male physiology, only a few having been born with intersex variations.[14] Some Hijras undergo an initiation rite into the hijra community called nirwaan, which refers to the removal of the penis, scrotum and testicles.[11]
Since the late 20th century, some hijra activists and Western non-government organizations (NGOs) have lobbied for official recognition of the hijra as a kind of "third sex" or "third gender," as neither man nor woman.[15] Hijras have successfully gained this recognition in Bangladesh and are eligible for priority in education.[16] In India, the Supreme Court in April 2014 recognised hijra and transgender people as a 'third gender' in law.[17][18][19]
Nepal, Pakistan, India, and Bangladesh have all legally recognized the existence of a third gender, including on passports and other official documents.
Terminology
The Urdu and Hindi word hijra may alternately be romanized as hijira, hijda, hijada, hijara, hijrah and is pronounced [ˈɦɪdʒɽaː]. This term is generally considered derogatory in Urdu and the word Khwaja Sara is used instead. Another such term is khasuaa (खसुआ) or khusaraa (खुसरा). In Bengali hijra is called হিজড়া, hijra, hijla, hijre, hizra, or hizre.
A number of terms across the culturally and linguistically diverse Indian subcontinent represent similar sex or gender categories. While these are rough synonyms, they may be better understood as separate identities due to regional cultural differences. In Odia, a hijra is referred to as hinjida, hinjda or napunsaka, in Telugu, as napunsakudu (నపుంసకుడు), kojja (కొజ్జ) or maada (మాడ), in Tamil Nadu, Thiru nangai (mister woman), Ali, aravanni, aravani, or aruvani, in Punjabi, khusra and jankha, in Sindhi khadra, in Gujarati, pavaiyaa (પાવૈયા).
In North India, the goddess Bahuchara Mata is worshipped by Pavaiyaa (પાવૈયા). In South India, the goddess Renuka is believed to have the power to change one's sex. Male devotees in female clothing are known as Jogappa. They perform similar roles to hijra, such as dancing and singing at birth ceremonies and weddings.[21]
The word kothi (or koti) is common across India, similar to the Kathoey of Thailand, although kothis are often distinguished from hijras. Kothis are regarded as feminine men or boys who take a feminine role in sex with men, but do not live in the kind of intentional communities that hijras usually live in. Additionally, not all kothis have undergone initiation rites or the body modification steps to become a hijra.[22] Local equivalents include durani (Kolkata), menaka (Cochin),[23] meti (Nepal), and zenana (Pakistan).
Hijra used to be translated in English as "eunuch" or "hermaphrodite,"[13] although LGBT historians or human rights activists have sought to include them as being transgender.[24] In a series of meetings convened between October 2013 and Jan 2014 by the transgender experts committee of India's Ministry of Social Justice and Empowerment, hijra and other trans activists asked that the term "eunuch" be discontinued from usage in government documents, as it is not a term with which the communities identify.
Gender and sexuality
These identities have no exact match in the modern Western taxonomy of gender and sexual orientation,[24] and challenge Western ideas of sex and gender.[11]
In India, some Hijras do not define themselves by specific sexual orientation, but rather by renouncing sexuality altogether. Sexual energy is transformed into sacred powers. However, these notions can come in conflict with the practical, which is that hijras are often employed as prostitutes.[25] Furthermore, in India a feminine male who takes a "receptive" role in sex with a man will often identify as a kothi (or the local equivalent term). While kothis are usually distinguished from hijras as a separate gender identity, they often dress as women and act in a feminine manner in public spaces, even using feminine language to refer to themselves and each other. The usual partners of hijras and kothis are men who consider themselves heterosexual as they are the ones who penetrate.[26] These male partners are often married, and any relationships or sex with "kothis" or hijras are usually kept secret from the community at large. Some hijras may form relationships with men and even marry,[27] although their marriage is not usually recognized by law or religion. Hijras and kothis often have a name for these masculine sexual or romantic partners; for example, panthi in Bangladesh, giriya in Delhi or sridhar in Cochin.[23]
Social status and economic circumstances
Most hijras live at the margins of society with very low status; the very word "hijra" is sometimes used in a derogatory manner. The Indian lawyer and author Rajesh Talwar has written a book highlighting the human rights abuses suffered by the community titled 'The Third Sex and Human Rights.'[28] Few employment opportunities are available to hijras. Many get their income from extortion (forced payment by disrupting work/life using demonstrations and interference), performing at ceremonies (toli), begging (dheengna), or sex work ('raarha')—an occupation of eunuchs also recorded in premodern times. Violence against hijras, especially hijra sex workers, is often brutal, and occurs in public spaces, police stations, prisons, and their homes.[29] As with transgender people in most of the world, they face extreme discrimination in health, housing, education, employment, immigration, law, and any bureaucracy that is unable to place them into male or female gender categories.[30]
In 2008, HIV prevalence was 27.6% amongst hijra sex workers in Larkana.[6] The general prevalence of HIV among the adult Pakistani population is estimated at 0.1%.[31]
In October 2013, Pakistani Christians and Muslims (Shia and Sunni) put pressure on the landlords of Imamia Colony to evict any transgender residents. "Generally in Pakistan, Khwaja Sira are not under threat. But they are in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa Province because of a 'new Islam' under way", I.A. Rehman, the director of the Human Rights Commission of Pakistan.[32]
In a study of Bangladeshi hijras, participants reported not being allowed to seek healthcare at the private chambers of doctors, and experiencing abuse if they go to government hospitals.[33]
Beginning in 2006, hijras were engaged to accompany Patna city revenue officials to collect unpaid taxes, receiving a 4-percent commission.[34]
Since India's Supreme Court re-criminalized homosexual sex on 13 December 2013, there has been a sharp increase in the physical, psychological and sexual violence against the transgender community by the Indian Police Service, nor are they investigating even when sexual assault against them is reported.[35]
On 15 April 2014, in National Legal Services Authority v. Union of India, the Supreme Court of India ruled that transgender people should be treated as a third category of gender or as a socially and economically "backward" class entitled to proportional access and representation in education and jobs.[36]
Language
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The hijra community due to its peculiar place in sub-continental society which entailed marginalisation yet royal privileges developed a secret language known as Hijra Farsi. The language has a sentence structure loosely based on Urdu and a unique vocabulary of at least a thousand words. Beyond the Urdu-Hindi speaking areas of subcontinent the vocabulary is still used by the hijra community within their own native languages.
In South Asian politics
In 2013, transgender people in Pakistan were given their first opportunity to stand for election.[37] Sanam Fakir, a 32-year-old hijra, ran as an independent candidate for Sukkur, Pakistan's general election in May.[38]
The governments of both India (1994)[39] and Pakistan (2009)[40] have recognized hijras as a "third sex", thus granting them the basic civil rights of every citizen. In India, hijras now have the option to identify as a eunuch ("E") on passports and on certain government documents. They are not, however, fully accommodated; in order to vote, for example, citizens must identify as either male or female. There is also further discrimination from the government. In the 2009 general election, India's election committee denied three hijras candidature unless they identified themselves as either male or female.
In April 2014, Justice KS Radhakrishnan declared transgender to be the third gender in Indian law, in a case brought by the National Legal Services Authority (Nalsa) against Union of India and others.[17][18][19] The ruling said:[41]
Seldom, our society realises or cares to realise the trauma, agony and pain which the members of Transgender community undergo, nor appreciates the innate feelings of the members of the Transgender community, especially of those whose mind and body disown their biological sex. Our society often ridicules and abuses the Transgender community and in public places like railway stations, bus stands, schools, workplaces, malls, theatres, hospitals, they are sidelined and treated as untouchables, forgetting the fact that the moral failure lies in the society's unwillingness to contain or embrace different gender identities and expressions, a mindset which we have to change.
Justice Radhakrishnan said that transgender people should be treated consistently with other minorities under the law, enabling them to access jobs, healthcare and education.[42] He framed the issue as one of human rights, saying that, "These TGs, even though insignificant in numbers, are still human beings and therefore they have every right to enjoy their human rights", concluding by declaring that:[41]
Hijras, Eunuchs, apart from binary gender, be treated as "third gender" for the purpose of safeguarding their rights under Part III of our Constitution and the laws made by the Parliament and the State Legislature.
Transgender persons' right to decide their self-identified gender is also upheld and the Centre and State Governments are directed to grant legal recognition of their gender identity such as male, female or as third gender.
A bill supported by all political parties was tabled in Indian parliament to ensure transgender people get benefits akin reserved communities like SC/STs and is taking steps to see that they get enrollment in schools and jobs in government besides protection from sexual harassment.[43]
History
The ancient Kama Sutra mentions the performance of fellatio by feminine people of a third sex (tritiya prakriti).[44] This passage has been variously interpreted as referring to men who desired other men, so-called eunuchs ("those disguised as males, and those that are disguised as females"[45]), male and female trans people ("the male takes on the appearance of a female and the female takes on the appearance of the male"),[46] or two kinds of biological males, one dressed as a woman, the other as a man.[47]
During the era of the British Raj, authorities attempted to eradicate hijras, whom they saw as "a breach of public decency."[48] Anti-hijra laws were repealed; but a law outlawing castration, a central part of the hijra community, was left intact, though rarely enforced. Also during British rule in India they were placed under the Criminal Tribes Act 1871 and labelled a "criminal tribe," hence subjected to compulsory registration, strict monitoring and stigmatized for a long time; after independence however they were denotified in 1952, though the centuries-old stigma continues.[49]
In religion
The Indian transgender hijras or Aravanis ritually marry the Hindu god Aravan and then mourn his ritual death (seen) in an 18-day festival in Koovagam, India.
Many practice a form of syncretism that draws on multiple religions; seeing themselves to be neither men nor women, hijras practice rituals for both men and women.
Hijras belong to a special caste. They are usually devotees of the mother goddess Bahuchara Mata, Lord Shiva, or both.
Hijras and Bahuchara Mata
Bahuchara Mata is a Hindu goddess with two unrelated stories both associated with transgender behavior. One story is that she appeared in the avatar of a princess who castrated her husband because he would run in the woods and act like a woman rather than have sex with her. Another story is that a man tried to rape her, so she cursed him with impotence. When the man begged her forgiveness to have the curse removed, she relented only after he agreed to run in the woods and act like a woman. The primary temple to this goddess is located in Gujarat[50] and it is a place of pilgrimage for hijras, who see Bahucahara Mata as a patroness.
Hijras and Lord Shiva
One of the forms of Lord Shiva is a merging with Parvati where together they are Ardhanari, a god that is half Shiva and Half Parvati. Ardhanari has special significance as a patron of hijras, who identify with the gender ambiguity.[50]
Hijras in the Ramayana
In some versions of the Ramayana,[51] when Rama leaves Ayodhya for his 14-year exile, a crowd of his subjects follow him into the forest because of their devotion to him. Soon Rama notices this, and gathers them to tell them not to mourn, and that all the "men and women" of his kingdom should return to their places in Ayodhya. Rama then leaves and has adventures for 14 years. When he returns to Ayodhya, he finds that the hijras, being neither men nor women, have not moved from the place where he gave his speech. Impressed with their devotion, Rama grants hijras the boon to confer blessings on people during auspicious inaugural occasions like childbirth and weddings. This boon is the origin of badhai in which hijras sing, dance, and give blessings.[
Hijras in the Mahabharata
Mahabharata includes an episode in which Arjun, a hero of the epic, is sent into an exile. There he assumes an identity of a eunuch-transvestite and performs rituals during weddings and childbirths that are now performed by hijras.[53]
In the Mahabharata, before the Kurukshetra War, Iravan offers his lifeblood to goddess Kali to ensure the victory of the Pandavas, and Kali agrees to grant him power. On the night before the battle, Iravan expresses a desire to get married before he dies. No woman was willing to marry a man doomed to die in a few hours, so Arjuna as Brihinala marries him. In South India, hijras claim Iravan as their progenitor and call themselves "aravanis."[52]
"Sangam literature use ' word 'Pedi' to refer to people born with Intersex condition, it also refers to antharlinga hijras and various Hijra, The Aravan cult in Koovagam village of Tamil Nadu is a folk tradition of the transwomen, where the members enact the legend during an annual three-day festival. "This is completely different from the sakibeki cult of West Bengal, where transwomen don't have to undergo sex change surgery or shave off their facial hair. They dress as women still retaining their masculine features and sing in praise of Lord Krishna,". "Whereas, since the Tamil society is more conservative and hetero-normative, transwomen completely change themselves as women. In the ancient times, even religion has its own way of accepting these fringe communities." The Bachura Devi worship in Gujarat and Jogappa cult of Karanataka are the other examples.the kinds of dialects and languages spoken by these community in different parts of the country and the socio-cultural impact on the lingo. 'Hijra Farsi' is the transgender dialect, a mix of Urdu, Hindi and Persian spoken in the northern belt of India, Pakistan and Afghanistan and 'Kothi Baashai' is spoken by the transgender community in Karnataka, Andhra, Orissa and parts of Tamil Nadu. "They even have sign languages and typical mannerisms to communicate. The peculiar clap is one such"
—Gopi Shankar Madurai, National Queer Conference 2013[54][55]
Each year in Tamil Nadu, during April and May, hijras celebrate an eighteen-day religious festival. The aravani temple is located in the village Koovagam in the Ulundurpet taluk in Villupuram district, and is devoted to the deity Koothandavar, who is identified with Aravan. During the festival, the aravanis reenact a story of the wedding of Lord Krishna and Lord Aravan, followed by Aravan's subsequent sacrifice. They then mourn Aravan's death through ritualistic dances and by breaking their bangles. An annual beauty pageant is also held, as well as various health and HIV or AIDS seminars. Hijras from all over the country travel to this festival. A personal experience of the hijras in this festival is shown in the BBC Three documentary India's Ladyboys and also in the National Geographic Channel television series Taboo.
Hijras in Islam
There is evidence that Indian hijras identifying as Muslim also incorporate aspects of Hinduism. Still, despite this syncretism, Reddy (2005) notes that a hijra does not practice Islam differently from other Muslims and argues that their syncretism does not make them any less Muslim. Reddy (2003) also documents an example of how this syncretism manifests: in Hyderabad, India a group of Muslim converts were circumcised, something seen as the quintessential marker of male Muslim identity.[clarification needed]
In films and literature
Bangladesh
The film Common Gender (2012) relates the story of the Bangladesh hijra and their struggle for survival.
India
Hijras have been portrayed on screen in Indian cinema since its inception, historically as comic relief. A notable turning point occurred in 1974 when real hijras appeared during a song-and-dance sequence in Kunwaara Baap ("The Unmarried Father"). There are also hijras in the Hindi movie Amar Akbar Anthony (1977) who accompany one of the heroes, Akbar (Rishi Kapoor), in a song entitled "Tayyab Ali Pyar Ka Dushman" ("Tayyab Ali, the Enemy of Love"). One of the first sympathetic hijra portrayals was in Mani Ratnam's Bombay (1995). 1997's Tamanna[56] starred male actor Paresh Rawal in a central role as "Tiku", a hijra who raises a young orphan. Pooja Bhatt produced and also starred in the movie, with her father Mahesh Bhatt co-writing and directing. Deepa Mehta's Water features the hijra character "Gulabi" (played by Raghubir Yadav), who has taken to introducing the downtrodden, outcast widows of Varanasi to prostitution. Not surprisingly, perhaps, the film generated much controversy. There is a brief appearance of hijras in the 2004 Gurinder Chadha film Bride & Prejudice, singing to a bride-to-be in the marketplace. There's also a loose reference, in the guise of "Rocky" ("Rokini") in Deepha Mehta's Bollywood/Hollywood.
The 1997 Hindi film Darmiyaan: In Between directed & co-written by Kalpana Lajmi is based on the subject of Hijra, wherein a fictitious story of an actress bearing a son that turns out to be neuter.
In the 2000 Tamil film Appu directed by Vasanth, a remake of the Hindi film Sadak, the antagonist is a brothel-owning hijra played by Prakash Raj. (In Sadak, the brothel-owning character was played by Sadashiv Amrapurkar under the name "Maharani".)
In 2005, a fiction feature film titled Shabnam Mausi was made on the life of a eunuch politician Shabnam Mausi. It was directed by Yogesh Bharadwaj and the title role played by Ashutosh Rana.
Jogwa, a 2009 Marathi film, depicts the story of a man forced to be hijra under certain circumstances. The movie has received several accolades.[57]
In Soorma Bhopali, Jagdeep encounters a troupe of hijra on his arrival in Bombay. The leader of this pack is also played by Jagdeep himself.
In Anil Kapoor's Nayak, Johnny Lever, who plays the role of the hero's assistant, gets beaten up by hijras, when he is caught calling them "hijra" (he is in habit of calling almost everyone who bothers him by this pejorative and no one cares much, except this once ironically, as the addressees are literally what he is calling them.)
One of the main characters in Khushwant Singh's novel Delhi, Bhagmati is a hijra. She makes a living as a semi-prostitute and is wanted in the diplomatic circles of the city.
Vijay TV's Ippadikku Rose, a Tamil show conducted by postgraduate educated transgender woman Rose is a very successfully running program that discusses various issues faced by youth in Tamil Nadu, where she also gives her own experiences.
In addition to numerous other themes, the 2008 movie Welcome to Sajjanpur by Shyam Benegal explores the role of hijras in Indian society.
In the Malayalam movie Ardhanaari, released on 23 November 2012, director Santhosh Sowparnika tries to depict the life of a transgender person. Manoj K Jayan, Thilakan, Sukumari and Maniyanpilla Raju perform leading roles.
In August, 2015, a music video featuring 7 hijras dressed in outfits or uniforms of various professions and singing the National Anthem of India created by a YouTube channel Yathartha Pictures went viral for being the first National Anthem video sung by hijras in India.[58][59] The hijras featured in the video were brought together by the Humsafar Trust, a Mumbai-based NGO which promotes LGBT rights.[60][61]
Tamil
Vaadamalli by novelist Su.Samuthiram is the first Tamil novel about Aravaani community in Tamil Nadu, published in 1994. Later transgender activist A. Revathi became first Hijra to write about transgender issues and gender politics in Tamil, her works have been translated in more than 8 languages and acting as a primary resources on Gender Studies in Asia. Her book is part of research project for more than 100 universities. She is the author of Unarvum Uruvamum (Feelings of the Entire Body); is the first of its kind in English from a member of the hijra community.[62][63][64] She also acted,directed several stage plays on Gender and Sexuality issues in Tamil and Kannada."The Truth about Me: A Hijra Life Story" by Transgender A.Revathi[65] is part of the syllabus for Final Year students of The American College in Madurai. Later Naan Saravanan Alla" (2007) and Vidya's "I am Vidya" (2008) became first transwoman autobiography.[66][67]
Pakistan
The 1992 film Immaculate Conception[68] by Jamil Dehlavi is based upon the culture-clash between a western Jewish couple seeking fertility at a Karachi shrine known to be blessed by a Sufi fakir called 'Gulab Shah' and the group of Pakistani eunuchs who guard it.
Murad (which means desire; the English title was Eunuch's Motherhood), was an award winning biographical Telefilm drama made by Evergreen Media Europe for Pakistan's television channel Indus TV that aired in 2003. The cast had the country's top male television actors playing "hijras": Sohail Asghar, Nabeel, Qazi Wajid, Kamran Jilani. It was directed by Kamran Qureshi, written by Zafar Mairaj and produced by Iram Qureshi. It won both Best TeleFilm and Best Director awards at 2003 Indus Telefilm Festival.[69][70] The story revolves around "Saima", a trans woman, who adopts a helpless child "Murad" and her relationship with him against the backdrop of her struggling throughout her life and her "desire" for her son. She has sent him away to live at a hostel so she can earn a living as a dancer, after her son gets cross with her, due to teasing (verbal and sexual) they face while dancing. This was the first time that influential male actors came out to support "hijra" rights during interviews; noting that in Pakistani English at that time eunuch was the term to describe a transgender person, and "khwaja sara" (also khwaja sira) had not yet replaced what is now considered a derogatory term due to decades of heckling and name calling, "hijra".[71][72]
In 2004, Kamran Qureshi directed a trans drama, Moorat ("effigy," however, the English title was Eunuch's Wedding. It was produced by famous actor and producer Humayun Saeed and Abdullah Kadwani with more than a dozen star-studded cast members for a 33-episode series.[73][74] It was nominated for Best Drama Serial, Abid Ali for Best Actor, and Maria Wasti for Best Actress at the Lux Style Awards 2005.[69][75] The show was credited for making people understand the pain and abuse that khwaja sara (hijra) constantly endure when people make fun of the way they look or dress without knowing them or how they were naturally born this way. The story involves a young lady who is arranged to marry. It turns out her husband is transgender. The story unfolds trans community and their deprived and isolated world. It portrays eloquently how they, too, are not far away from the human emotions and feelings and their world not much different from the heterosexual community. Even though they are in plain sight, they are tthey are taboo subjects and are not taken seriously. This makes them suffer endlessly in silence wrapped in slurs. The 33-episode series therefore touches on transgender abuse, women abuse, poverty, immorality of arranged marriages, and child abuse.[76]
Bol (Urdu: بول meaning Speak), is a 2011 Urdu-language social drama Pakistani film. It concerns a patriarch, Hakim, who is a misogynist, a domestic abuser, a bigot, and a zealot who forces religion on his family. They face financial difficulties due to Hakim wanting a son. He rejects his transgender daughter, Saifi, as he wanted an heir and she identifies as a girl. Saifi is deeply loved by the rest of her family. As she grows up, men want to take advantage of her and she does not understand at first. However, her oldest sister intervenes and teaches Saifi about what kind of touching is inappropriate. As Saifi grows older, she is not allowed to leave the house. She finds her sister's dresses compelling and tries them on, revealing her gender identity. A neighbour played by famous South Asian singer Atif Aslam, who is in love with one of the sisters, gets Saifi a job at a place where they paint trucks, with the blessing of Saifi's sisters and mother. Saifi dresses like a boy; however, other boys sense her lack of self-esteem and eventually gang-rape her. She is saved when another transgender person, played by Almas Bobby (a transgender actor), finds her and takes her home. Hakim overhears Saifi telling her mother and Zainab what happened. When everybody is asleep, Hakim locks the room and suffocates his child for luring the men for the "shame" he would have to bear if the story got out.[77] It received several positive reviews from critics and went on to win the Best Hindi film award in IRDS Film awards 2011 by Institute for Research and Documentation in Social Sciences (IRDS).[78]
Outside South Asia
The novel Bombay Ice by Leslie Forbes features an important subplot involving the main character's investigation of the deaths of several hijra sex-workers.
The novel City of Djinns by William Dalrymple also features a chapter on hijras.
The novel A Son of the Circus by John Irving features a plot-line involving hijras.
In the graphic novel Habibi by Craig Thompson, the protagonist, Zam, is adopted by a group of hijras.
In the 2009 Brazilian soap opera Caminho das Índias (Portuguese: "The way to India"), hijras are shown in some occasions, especially at weddings and other ceremonies where they are paid for their blessing.
In the TV comedy Outsourced (2011), a hijra is hired by Charlie as a stripper for Rajiv's "bachelor party", much to Rajiv's utter horror.
A short film, under the direction of Jim Roberts, is being made by Rock Star Productions in which the protagonist is portrayed as a hijra. This film is set to be released on 1 May.[year needed][citation needed]
Kamran Ahmed Mirza is a popular gender performance artist in Oregon, United States.
Documentaries
Jareena, Portrait of a Hijda (1990)
Ladyboys (1992)
Bombay Eunuch (2001)
The Hijras: India's Third Gender (2001)
India's Ladyboys (2003)
Between the Lines: India's Third Gender (2005)
Middle Sexes (HBO documentary includes segment on modern Hijda) (2005)
Shabnam Mausi (2005)
The Hijras of India (BBC radio documentary)
Kiss the Moon (2009)
Call me Salma (2009)
Mohammed to Maya also titled Rites of Passage (2012)
🙏 My Sedona Red Rock Goodby to John McCain, a True American Hero 🎶👏🎶 His loss is hard to bear for all lovers of honor, integrity, friendship, and decency😱😱
If you have any decency at all, you'll View On Black
You look so lonely...
But when I look at the stars, I see someone else.
Stars- Switchfoot
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I am so darn tootin proud of this. haha
Gah, it took foreveerrrrr to figure out how to do it, but BAM! It's done. :)
Ohhh, oh so many flaws >.< but oh well. I'm done editing. two hours is enough for me to spend on one picture.
Oh, and hey, I've got this cool purple galexy outside my window.
Not like it's any big deal or anything... ;)
92/365
February 3, 2010
Another day, another stop...
She's with her antics again - who would ever think of smoking near the gas station??? Well, they don't call her "The Hurricane" for nothing. And you better not say a word... unless there is an urgent need to discover why else they call her The Hurricane.
So, you headed to a party with her friend in the cabins... that was the plan, yeah. Until you met The Kid. You'll never forgive yourself if something happened to that innocent girl, so now you must find her parents.. uhhh, somewhere around. So much for party.
At least you met The Mechanic along the way. That guy is fine - probably the best thing that could happen to your hunk of junk. He insists you must take it to the Grand Race, though. What a weird idea.
The Punk? Probably already with punk friends in his mind or whatever. You have a strong feel he'll ditch you at his destination. At least he had some decency to think where his dog would go. With you, duh. And you're scared of dogs - but, weirdly, not The Dog. She's a good girl and that's all.
And what about you? Barely seen in the background, just thinking what else the next ride will bring. Sometimes it's all about destination, sometimes about all the friends you met along the way... But it's not even about you this time, is it?.. All you need is keep driving, and never stop - one day you'll find the road you strive for.
While I thought what else I can do with my Skyline R30, I suddenly felt inspired by an awesome management RPG/road trip simulator - brought to Steam by only two people who also made Post Void (the game name is in the title). And I couldn't resist to throw a self-insert character here. Sorry.
" Among men who are easily broken and can quickly lose faith in a harsh world, he insisted on not letting his good heart succumb to such influences. This impressed her, winning her heart and soul in a way that no one else could.. 💞"
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. . Zeboran . .
He, a swirl of charisma and sarcasm, danced through life with unwavering good-heart. No matter the slings and arrows flung by a cruel mistress, his core of goodness held firm. Even amidst her worst, he refused to dim his light, choosing grace over malice.
This silent strength, this refusal to let bad beget bad, stunned her. He was a lighthouse in a storm, her admiration growing with each unwavering flicker of his soul. In a world where darkness swallowed easily, he shone, a testament to the unyielding beauty of an unbroken heart.
He created a story about two souls with extremely different personas, made possible for her. Love blossomed, not for the man, but for the resilience that made him a beacon in the night.. 💕
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. . A Love Note from His Miss . .
"Ah, this charming devil—a heartthrob with a twinkle and a swagger that could melt glaciers, yet beneath it all, a core of goodness so solid it'd shame a diamond. In a world where beliefs crumble and promises vanish, he stands tall, a monument to unshakable decency.
A smooth talker and heartbreaker, yet beneath banter and bedroom eyes lies a steel core of honor and unbroken goodness.
Life throws punches like a drunken boxer, but he dodges with quick wit and a devilish grin. He takes his lumps, yeah, but they just fuel the fire. He laughs in the face of darkness, throws back sarcasm like confetti, and keeps that good heart of his burning bright, even when she tries to drown it in her tears.
His unwavering decency and refusal to let her bitterness tarnish his soul are like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes of every betrayal. He's a lighthouse in a storm, a melody in the chaos, a whisper of hope in her cynical symphony.
She falls for him, hard. Not just for the dazzling surface, but the unyielding man underneath. Proof that in the coldest night, a single ember can set the whole damn world on fire.
There you have him: a rogue with a heart of gold, a bad boy with a soul shining brighter than stars. A love story in tequila shots and whispered promises—a testament to the enduring power of a good man in a wicked world.. 💕"
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Full Version
There are many things people feel frustrated about in this small island. From queues for treatment in the NHS, prolonged Brexit negotiations, to people staring (and texting) at their phones while crossing the road and the wi-fi not connecting in the underground (how terribly incomprehensible!); but let us not forget the healthcare system in other countries. In the US, for example, it is delivered exclusively by private sector providers (even if some is publicly financed). Brexit? well, after over a thousand days of negotiations we have a 585-page draft agreement, and if anyone wishes to share a joke, then please do!
For me, though, Britain is a beacon for decency, democracy, and free press; and let us not forget BBC dramas, cucumber sandwiches, and Cream Tea (whether you have it with cream and jam or the other way around). We have a lot to be grateful for.
Umeda Sky Building, Osaka, Japan
Having spend 20 minutes outside the building taking pictures I never really paid attention as to how you actually get in the building let alone ascend it. We eventually found the entrance and ticket office in the east tower which for some illogical reason redirects you over a raised walkway to the west tower for the lift. And here lies the start of our strained morning.
Mrs R has no problem with flying, she's happily flown around the world, been in helicopters and seaplanes, but high buildings with observation decks, glass floors; cable cars; mountain paths, and the crème de la crème - external elevators are not her forte, not to say I don't have fears of my own... bungee jumping (which she fancies doing), sky-diving (which she fancies doing)... "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" springs to mind!
The queue wasn't very long at the lift so we all comfortably made it inside. Nothing untoward, standard box lift, cables on the rear wall, doors closed and off we went. The first three floors in darkness then all of a sudden daylight! The tall structure running the length of the west tower, which I had mistaken for architectural whimsy was in fact the external lift... Mrs R most unhappy (stage1).
A minute's ride to the top with one of us looking outside at the passing floors and the other staring deeply at her feet and we were back inside the tower - "thank god for that, not sure I can do that again!"
"Arrh" I said "we're not quite at the top yet"
"What do you mean?"
"We have to take the escalator to reach the top and the observation deck"
"What escalator???"
"The one that crosses back to the east tower"
I can't actually write what was said next, but stage 2 had well and truly been reached... but you get the picture.
A second lift full of visitors had ventured up the escalator long before I managed to coax Mrs R onto the first step of the mechanical stairway and so began our journey to heaven or hell, depending on your point of view.
What could possibly go wrong... we were only about 150m up with a few girders, struts and ties holding us up in fresh air not to mention the glass tube encapsulating it all. However, "Galloping Gertie" did cross my mind all the same.
Anyway enough about Mrs R... lets discuss the image, it's a minor miracle that this has turned out relatively sharp due to the gibbering wreck clinging to my backpack and inducing camera shake throughout the whole of the ride (she didn't even have the decency to bring the tripod). Once at the top I knew looking out of the observation deck windows at close quarters would be a bridge too far and the rooftop walkway a non-starter (stages 3 and 4).
Besides, we still had to negotiate the return journey down the other escalator and that looked far worse than the upward ride. I had visions of having to leave her there, marooned on the inner observation deck like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, trapped and unable to leave.
To be continued...
There are still a few Migrant Hawkers on the wing, although I took this one a while back. I still find flying Dragonflies a challenge but at least some have the decency to hover I one spot giving you a sporting chance to focus.
I wanted to take a couple of days to distance myself from what happened before posting about it, so that I may speak from a place of reflection instead of emotion. Those who know me know that I am not a particularly political person. I see merits and flaws to both major parties. This post is not an attack on conservative/republican values, nor is it an attack on those who voted for the current administration. I understand and appreciate that everyone has deeply personal reasons for voting the way they do, and not everyone thinks alike. That said, I would like to speak from personal experience about some concerning things that are happening at the behest of two billionaires.
I lost my job on Friday. I was a high level biologist with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service 10 days from completing my probationary period. I left a very stable job that I absolutely loved last February because I thought that I could better serve my nation and the natural resources that I hold so dear through employment with the federal government. In my position I did not stand in the way of development and progress. I worked hard to ensure that our nation could continue to prosper, and so that some of our most imperiled species would have a place in its future. For a month before being terminated I was demonized, vilified, and subjected to psychological torture. I was referred to as a "blood sucking parasite" and a member of the "unelected bureaucracy" that "has more power than the other branches". I was sent a multitude of e-mails from upper administration with condescending, ominous tones. I watched the news as speculation abound, and those those in power spoke of "transparency", none was afforded to us. After a litany of memos and e-mails, many speaking to or of probationary employees, I endured many sleepless nights, and constant stress or worry that I would lose my job, and my benefits. As the sole breadwinner of a family with a small child, this terrified me.
Then, on Friday I was invited to a call with all probationary employees. I was informed that I would be terminated at the end of the day and would lose access to our systems shortly thereafter. I had a performance review of "exceeds expectations" and won a performance award last year. I had a huge workload including numerous in flight projects, and was simply cutoff without any opportunity to transition these. In doing so, both my colleagues at the Service, other federal agencies I was working with, and private industries I was working with will experience setbacks. Fortunately I did not have to move cross country or endure any other major life change for this position, and therefore have it much better than many others who left everything behind. Some were living in government housing which they had to vacate within a matter of days.
I would like to remind everyone that we are Americans, just the same as anyone else. I would also like to say that it's ok to support a political party and still demand answers and accountability when they do something wrong. The desire to make the government less expensive and more efficient is understandable, but in my opinion the lack of decency with which we were treated is not in line with the moral code that I know many conservatives follow. I implore everyone to consider that, if they can do this to thousands of probationary employees, many of which voted for the current administration, and continue to terrorize millions of other Americans in the federal work force, it's not a stretch to think that your own families can be impacted in some way. Please pay attention to what's happening and seek factual, unbiased accounts of it.
This image is of a Lousiana pine snake (Pituophis ruthveni), one of the species I was working with. It is largely considered to be one of, if not the rarest snake in the country. I was working with a number of partners to pave the way for reintroductions of this species into Texas, which I hoped would lead to the species' recovery and eventual removal from the list of federally threatened and endangered species. I will continue to support conservation in any way that I can. Thanks everyone for your time this morning, and I wish you all the best.
“The best way ah knew tae strike a chord without compromising too much tae the sickening hypocrisy, perversely peddled as decency, which fills the room, is tae stick tae the clichés.”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting
Photo theft is not tolerated! Be warned!
Disturbing reports by Flickr friends and found on discussion threads...some internet users do not have the decency to ask permission before downloading, copying, blogging and otherwise using photos and videos of others. Well, beware! This photo thief was caught, and has been pinched between the window and frame for weeks on end, losing weight like Pooh.
This one's also for Chameleon2006 www.flickr.com/photos/49003690@N00/3023967737/
whom I applaud for finding the courage to not quit Flickr.
Photo theft peeves me just as much as impostors, for example the shocking story of MarjoleinK about Fluf : www.flickr.com/photos/marjolein1979/3005492405/ Marjolein, I applaud you for finding the courage to continue on Flickr also.
Flickr is fun because you're here!
What could anyone ever gain from such deception? It is a crime just like theft. Perhaps mental illness is the only rational explanation.
One of my groups has a discussion thread for reporting theft: www.flickr.com/groups/de_doka/discuss/72157606942863457/; and it is a hot topic on Flickr Central: www.flickr.com/search/groups/?w=34427469792@N01&q=theft
Tips: Don't upload high resolution images on the internet; also place a watermark or label on your photos before you upload them. Please be careful about the personal information you post, including when you are on vacation. Anyone can gather a lot, too much about you...don't get paranoid, just be careful and have fun!
"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had
cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon
and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.”~Barbara Jordan
Ok so I just wanted to Clear something up.....Apparently people are thinking I Copied
THIS Photo.........i can guarentee everyone that I had NEVER seen that photo before and I did NOT copy it....AND if a photo does inspire me or If I did copy other people's ideas I would have the decency to give them credit, unlike other people.....
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© ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED That means you can't use this in any way, shape or form w/o my permission!
* A misty morning in the little square of Les Andelys in Normandy
The events in New Zealand while they are terrible did at least have some rays of hope. Prime minister Jacinda Ardern has reminded us of what true leadership looks like . She showed strength as well as compassion and was a focus for bringing the country together . Instead of the usual vacuous “ Thoughts and Prayers “ she has taken action to at least reduce the amount military style weapons allowed in the country . In a week when our Prime Minster showed herself to be impotent and inflexible and the “leader of the free world” insulted a dead person. Ms Ardern demonstrated that there are still some pockets of decency left in the world
THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED
"They tell you to be a good man. So you are.
You show up. You take the hits. You stay quiet when you could shout.
And still... they push you down. Laugh when you stumble. Question your strength."
But here’s the thing-
A man of character doesn’t break. He builds.
He takes the punches and still moves forward.
Not because it’s easy, but because its hard and because it’s right.
In a world that punishes decency, real strength is staying true.
Let them doubt. Let them talk.
You know who you are.
For the ones who keep rising, again and again-
This was made for you. You got this!
You owe it to yourself!
#StillStanding #GoodMenFightHarder #CharacterOverClout #WearYourWorth
💋 Anushka by [Oh!] Fashion – A Silken Whisper of Sin 💋
Darling, let’s not pretend… the moment I slipped into Anushka, the room surrendered. This isn’t just lingerie—it’s a siren’s whisper, a lust-laced promise wrapped in silk or lace. Designed to trace every contour of your body, this piece doesn't just sit on your skin—it clings, it teases, it claims.
The silhouette? Sculpted to seduce. Thin spaghetti straps caress the shoulders while the plunging neckline beckons—softly dangerous, delightfully bold. The curve-hugging bodice flows into a scandalously short hem, where your choice of sheer lace or gleaming silk dances at the edge of decency. And when I move? The soft PBR shimmer trails me like stardust in moonlight.
Let’s talk details, sugar:
💎 HUD-Powered Fantasy: Toggle between BLINN PHONG or SOFT PBR finishes for a fully immersive shine—choose silk to glide or lace to tempt. It's a wearable flirtation with your favorite lighting engine.
🌙 Mesh Body Compatibility:
– Petitex
– LaraX
– Legacy
– Perky
– eBODY Reborn
– Waifu
– Belleza Freya / Bombshell
Every curve is honored. Every body becomes the fantasy.
Historical Influences? Anushka channels the boudoir rebellion of the 1920s flappers—liberated, luscious, and unapologetically sensual. It’s also a nod to the iconic femme fatales of Old Hollywood: think Lana Turner or Brigitte Bardot—slinking through silk-clad nights with lipstick-stained secrets.
Now, if you're ready to intoxicate and illuminate every shadow you walk through, there’s only one thing left to do...
👠💌 **Slip into Anushka at the [Oh!] Mainstore**:
👉 [maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Oh%20Fashion/97/122/34]
Remember, I don't wear lingerie. I become it. ✨
Maybe you have crossed my path
To live inside of me
Or maybe you're the reason
Why i'm losing all my decency
Limp Bizkit - "The One"
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
RNLI - Royal National Lifeboat Institution.
Kilcobben Cove, Landewednack, The Lizard, Cornwall.
A flag that represents humanitarian compassion and decency !
sarn.firetrench.com/2012/01/rnli-the-lizard-cornwall-uk/
Filthy Russians Go Home ! Slava Ukraini !
I know I was only supposed to be gone for 2 weeks. During the family reunion, everything was splendid! All attention was on me. I mean, as it should be, am I right? Things just ended up going so well, I decided to extend it for another 2 weeks. I wrote to Vincent and let him know of the extension. Naturally, he assured me it was completely fine and to enjoy myself. Oh, believe me, I certainly did. I got to meet up with some old friends and we, uh... heh... we had fun running around and getting up to our old tricks and shenanigans. Ah, it was spectacular to be back home.
Plus... it'd give Vincent a chance to see what life is like without me. Knowing him, he spent the whole time either holed up in one place or another and being his brooding self. I mean, everyone knows that Vincent only REALLY comes out of his shell when I'm around. Nevermind that annoying Aiden. .....okay, annoying is putting it lightly. I cannot stand the boy. I won't even give him the decency of calling him a man. I've seen how his eyes linger on Vincent a little too long, how he blushes when Vincent notices something he does or takes interest in one of his stupid little toy projects. What's so interesting about those anyways? What purpose do they serve? They're childish playthings. I'm confident that sooner rather than later, Vincent is going to grow weary of his antics and everything will go back to the way it should be...
Especially now that I'm back home! Vincent is nearly ready to go up in the airship for a fun little ride around. We're not returning to work just yet. But I can feel the anticipation winding up in him and myself! Ah, and the masquerade is in 2 weeks! Vincent must attend mandatorily but I'll be there to help ease the burden of society on him. I'll be sure to dress my best to impress... him, of course. When he sees me, he won't be able to take his eyes off of me.
Vincent summoned me today. It wasn't like his usual summons, though... Typically, he asks me to come to his flat, but today he asked me to come to his office. It's a bit of a pain in the arse, but at least I'll get to see him today, remind him of just how much he missed me.......
That's what I felt and thought until I walked into Vincent's office and what do I see? Red. I see red. I swear, I can feel the vein in my temple about to explode and my heart is pounding. Vincent and Aiden... are dancing? And laughing? Did Vincent not miss me at all? Did he even think of me at all?! WHY IS THAT BASTARD TOUCHING MY VINCENT?! .....keep calm. Maintain composure. Smile. Don't let them see how much this bothers me. Pretend. Deep breath. ........one way or another, Aiden needs to go.
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NEXT PART:
www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/53735790114/in/datepo...
To select another chapter (or start from the beginning!), here's the album link:
www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/albums/72157717075565127
***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (LGBTQ+) series. It is a slow burn and is rated YOUNG ADULT!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin (Be My Mannequin? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
***EXTRA SPECIAL THANK YOU to Vin for (once again) helping me by literally writing this chapter! Vin also wrote 14. The Captain and The Engineer: Dawning Realizations (Vincent's Perspective) for us as well!
Vin also created the dancing pose for this picture! ♥
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