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William Lygon, 7th Earl Beauchamp
William Lygon’s story is fascinating example of the homophobia and treatment gay people have had endure.
Lygon was the 7th Earl Beauchamp and a British politician who held various important posts, including Governor of New South Wales (1899 and 1901), and leader of the Liberal Party in the House of Lords (1924 and 1931).

He married Lady Lettice Grosvenor in 1876 and had 7 children (3 sons and 4 daughters). He was also a homosexual (or more probably bisexual) which was a crime under Britain’s Gross Indecency act. This was the same law that doomed Oscar Wilde and Alan Turing.
While attending Oxford, Lygon met Evelyn Waugh. He would become Waugh’s inspiration for the ill-fated Sebastian Flyte in Waugh’s novel ‘Brideshead Revisited’

In the 1920s Lygon would throw “racy” parties at Walmer, a castle he had been given. Lady Christabel Aberconway wrote in her diary of open party she attended:
“We arrived and were shown into a garden… There was the actor Ernest Thesiger, a friend of mine, nude to the waist and covered with pearls.”
Thesinger is best known for his campy performance as Dr Pretorius in “The Bride of Frankenstein” (1935).
Apparently Lygon’s sexual activity was an open secret within Britain’s upper crust. He had sexual affairs with servants, common men and other socialites (often at Madresfield Court, the Lygon family home; and at Walmer Castle when he resided).
Lygon toured Australia in 1930 with a young valet, who lived with him. The Australian Star newspaper reported:
“The most striking feature of the vice-regal ménage is the youthfulness of its members … Rosy cheeked footmen. (Each wearing) many lanyards… festoons from their broad shoulders. Lord Beauchamp deserves great credit for his taste in footmen.”
This came to the attention of Hugh Grosvenor (Duke of Westminster). He was Lygon’s brother-in-law and political rival. He hired detectives to get evidence about Lygon’s trysts.
Grosvenor was a Tory, an opposing party, and he wanted to ruin both Lygon and the Liberals. Grosvenor provided his evidence to King George V that Lygon was a homosexual. The King reportedly said,
“I thought men like that shot themselves.”
In 1931, Lygon was given an ultimatum - he must divorce his wife, resign from all offices and leave the country. Otherwise he would face public humiliation, arrest and potentially time in prison. Lygon left England immediately, first heading to Germany where he contemplated suicide. But he was talked out of it by his eldest son.
Grosvenor also showed the evidence to Lettice, Lygon wife, and Grosvenor sister. When told her husband was a bugger, Lettice misunderstood and thought he was being accused of being a bugler.
The divorce petition described Lygon as:
“A man of perverted sexual practices, [who] has committed acts of gross indecency with male servants and other male persons and has been guilty of sodomy … throughout the married life …”
Ironically Lygon’s children sided with the father and visited him often when he was out of the country. They shunned they’d mother.
Afterwards Lygon traveled, making his way to Paris, Venice, Sydney and San Francisco. But he returned to England after King George V died in 1936. His successor King George IV lifted the arrest warrant.
Lygon returned to Madresfield, his family estate in 1937. Unfortunately he was diagnosed with cancer and died in 1938.
Before his death, Grosvenor wrote Lygon saying,
"Dear Bugger-in-law, you got what you deserved. Yours, Westminster."
(Grosvenor, by the way, was a Nazi sympathizer and hated Jews, he was known for His anti-Semitic rants.)

#gay icons#william lygon#Gross Indecency act#Oscar Wilde#Alan Turing#Ernest Thesiger#vanity fair#Evelyn Waugh#brideshead revisited#Sebastian Flyte
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"Pour grossière indécence," Le Soleil. October 21, 1942. Page 4. --- Un fonctionnaire, convaincu de grossière indécence et d'actes socratiques, a été condamné à une amende de $50 hier après-midi, en Cour du recorder. Il avait été arrêté il y a une quinzaine de jours par le détective Charles Fiset, de l'escouade des moeurs. Le recorder a usé de clémence envers lui en ne l'envoyant pas en prison parce que ce séjour aurait sans doute fait perdre son emploi à l'individu. Ce dernier promit solennellement de s'amender.
[AL: He was arrested for attempting to procure sex with another, younger man.]
#ville de québec#gross indecency#socratic acts#appeal for clemency#recorder's court#first time offenders#policing morality#regulation of morality#vice squad#quebec city#fines and costs#canada during world war 2#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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red dress
summary: a man disrespects you, and joel handles it
tags: jackson joel, age gap, 30s reader, 50s joel, defensive joel, protective joel, aggressive simp joel, sexual assault
Part 2
MASTERLIST
It took an incredible amount of convincing to get Joel out of the house that evening. Big gatherings weren’t his thing, especially when music and dancing were involved. He was always happy to go out for dinner, have a drink, or enjoy a quiet evening alone with you - but dancing?
In the end, it was the dress that convinced him. You knocked on his door wearing a red dress covered in white flowers, tight around the bust and waist, flowing to your ankles, with more cleavage that was probably necessary, and he sighed and grabbed his coat.
He muttered something about not wanting to let you out alone dressed so indecent.
You had both had two drinks before he agreed to a dance. Just a slow one. Even if he was acting reluctant, you knew how much he enjoyed wrapping his arms around you, his fingers brushing the top of your bottom, swaying you back and forth.
“Are you still mad to be here?” you whispered in his ear.
“You’ll be the one who’s mad when I tear that pretty dress right off you later,” he whispered back, and you threw your head back with a triumphant laugh, even as a thrill at the promise in his voice ran through you.
Later in the evening, when Joel was talking to Tommy and Maria, you found Ellie and Dina at the snack table.
“Wow!” Dina exclaimed at the sight of you, and you curtsied.
“Wearing this thing was the only way to get your dad out of the house. Sorry, El,” you said, and she rolled her eyes but smiled at you, just a little.
“Gross,” she said, and Dina elbowed her.
“It’s not gross! She’s so hot, I’m almost jealous of Joel.”
You waved your hand in the air to dismiss her words, and took a pretzel off Ellie’s plate.
As you opened your mouth to say something, you were knocked off balance by a loud, firm slap to your ass.
Your face was the perfect picture of shock, mirroring the two girls in front of you. Dina reached out, catching you before you stumbled over into her.
“What the fuck?” you hissed, turning around to see a stranger. Medium height, blonde hair, and glazed over eyes. This man was drunk off his ass, over served three drinks ago.
Ellie pulled on your arm, stepping in front of you, though you stood a head taller than her. She raised her arm, poised to strike, but before she could, the man clattered with force into the snack table.
Pretzels and chips flew everywhere, and where your assailant had once stood was now Joel, his eyes alight with rage.
He was gearing up to throw a few punches, so you stepped between him and the man, now passed out covered in food.
“You got him. Let’s just go,” you said.
Joel looked over your shoulder for a tense moment.
“Damn,” Dina whispered.
“Let’s go. I don’t want to wear this dress anymore,” you told him. The slap had been so hard that your ass still stung. You didn’t know how many had seen, but you felt hot with embarrassment at the idea of so many people in here watching you get slapped like that. “I want to go,” you told Joel, your eyes filling with tears.
You turned to the girls. “Thank you, for catching me, and for stepping in,” you told Ellie and Dina respectively. They were looking at you with concern and a hint of pity, which made you feel even worse.
When you turned to Joel, he had removed his jacket, and placed it on your shoulders.
Without another word, you left.
You didn’t cry until you were safe inside Joel’s house, but you could feel him vibrating with rage the entire walk home.
“Baby, I should’ve killed him,” Joel said, probably as softly as he could given how angry he was.
“Unzip this dress, please,” you said, leading him to his bedroom. You kept a few outfits here, for your frequent sleepovers.
He obliged, and you shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool on the floor.
“I shouldn’t have worn that.”
Joel bent down and picked up the thin fabric, fisting it in his hands.
“This dress ain’t to blame for what he did. You ain’t to blame for what he did. It was his fault. Tommy and me’ll deal with him.”
You nodded, tears still falling down your cheeks, and turned to grab a t-shirt out of the dresser.
Joel hissed when you did, a sharp intake of breath.
“What?” you asked as you pulled one of his worn shirts over your head.
“He left a mark.” The words came out through gritted teeth.
You ran into the bathroom, twisting and turning, so you could see a red, palm-shaped welt on your ass cheek.
“Mother fucker,” you said. Joel appeared in the mirror behind you, rage set in his harsh features again. “You can be mad about this tomorrow, Joel. I just need you to hold me tonight.”
You turned, and he reached for you immediately, gathering you in his arms, practically smashing you into his chest.
You took in a long, deep breath of him. The scent of whiskey and pine and Joel. It was intoxicating. You wanted to bottle it.
He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you to the bed. He lay you down gently, reverently, and lay down beside you.
“If you’d walked into that barn stark ass naked, it wouldn’t have given a single person in there the right to touch you,” he said, looking down at you. He reached out, wiping a tear from your eye.
“I know. It feels just, embarrassing. That maybe everyone saw.”
He shook his head. “Only one should be embarrassed is that fucker. If he’s not, he will be soon.”
You knew you should protest. Tell Joel it’s no big deal, to keep his cool, but it was a big deal. And what the hell is the point of dating a man like Joel Miller, a man who is hell bent on protecting the people he loves, if you don’t let him do exactly that?
You pull his face down to yours and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
He rubs his nose across yours, and kisses every spot on your face.
Hard with others. Gentle with you.
“I love you,” he says, finally settling down next to you. “Maybe you can wear that dress sometimes still… just ‘round the house.”
You smile into the crook of his neck. “Only for you.”
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kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #4 ; brat taming w shuji hanma .ᐟ
dear diary ♡,
i hate hate hate shuji hanma so much! god, he makes my life unbearable -- walking into that office everyday is like a form of torture! he's always teasing me, making fun of me non-stop, and every time i walk into his office completely fine i come out a huge, frustrated mess! and it ruins my entire day too, god. why does he have such a huge impact on me? it's so frustrating . . . anything he says to me or says about me will stick for at least a week -- he doesn't even seem to stop pestering me when i get off of work. how long will i last in this stupid office before i break? ugh! that would be so embarrassing . . . ironically i'm writing his from work so i better hide this away before hanma catches me! i'll see you later diary :(
"little lady, come in here." hanma commands with a lithe finger, pointing a low finger at your trailing body outside of his office. you had tried your best to sneak by his office and back to yours without being seen by the man, but the tall glass panes that are only see through from the inside of his office are of no help. you cringe, the hairs on the back of your neck standing frozen when you hear the familiar, sultry grime of his voice, walking defeatedly into his office before gently shutting the door behind you.
"yes, sir? what can i do for you?" you grin subtly, hiding your distress with fiddling fingers behind your back.
"so formal today? you're in my office wearin' a skimpy little skirt and a sheer shirt that barely covers your nipples, hun." he grumbles with a laugh, setting his arms down against the marble desk.
you scoff — dropping your previous dear little secretary act with a subtle roll of your eye. "shut up, hanma. you're not any much better than me . . . having s—sex with all those workers on this very desk." you point to the marble stable in front of you, mumbling a soft 'gross' under your breath — the least bit repulsed that you're standing in the same space as this satyriasis you call your boss.
"are you jealous, little lady? he laughs.
"n—never." you huff, tugging your skirt down out of habit. the atmosphere is tense and warm, and you can feel his glare boring into the side of your skull. he takes a sudden move, leaving his original seating and making his way towards you. he fumbles with his sleeve, fixing the crease slightly before stepping before you — nearly chest to chest. “you're so weird, hanma."
hanma leans low, lips inches away from your ear. it's disgustingly seductive — how close he is. it’s even worse when you find yourself not minding the intimate position.
“don't call me that name, doll. no need to be so formal, remember?" he turns his head to grin besides you, but soon moves back to his original position to whisper again, "by the way, i can see your cute little nipples, doll."
you scramble away from the man, arm defensively coming to cover across your chest. “per—pervert! ‘s cold in here.” you cry with a heavy blush that paints your face. you're met with a smug grin with no means to punish you for your indecency, but rather low glinting eyes with the opposite intent. "come here, girl."
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it hurts. everything does — your thighs are sore, red streaks left across your bare tits, and your cunt aches despite shuji’s spent stuffing you full.
“s—shuji,” you cry. you’re met with a soft hum besides your ear, the sultry noise making you wince. his slender fingers force the small of your back against the table, arching you nicely before taking his cock head to your pussy. “n—n’more…”
“hmm, she’s holding all my fuckin’ nut in so well.” he groans, dragging his cock head through your spent folds. the action causes cum to dribble slightly, warm cum coating your clit and dripping onto the ground.
“c’mere.” hanma lifts you from where you had been bent over previously, switching positions with you. his back leans against the table, hoisting you onto the slant of his lap and forcing your naked body to face the glassed windows of his office. you’re quick to panic, whining and you fumble in his grasp. it’s especially terrifying when you see one of hanma’s hookups walk past, pointing at hanma’s office to her co-worker — and giggling.
her glare looks directly into yours, twisting your body to face hanma’s as you hide your face in the crevice of his chest. “n—no, shuji !”
“doll. you know they can’t see anything, right?” hanma chuckles. “what, you don’t want her to see you like this?”
you whine, looking up at hanma with large, watery eyes. “don’ wanna face the glass, p—please.”
he hums at your request -- but faces your body outwards once again. he lifts you onto his lap once again, but this time, slotting you on top of his cock and dragging you down his length by your arms. you're quick to squeal, filled up by shuji's heavy dick yet again in mere seconds. he groans at the feeling of his own nut painting his cock once he's inside.
"shuji!" you quip when another co-worker passes by -- what if the glass were to suddenly malfunction and everybody could see your naked body? you spiral. not to mention, your naked cunt lodged onto your boss' cock? what if—
"need to show you and your pretty pussy off. how these office sluts can't take me like you can. you're perfect, damn it." shuji moans, pumping roughly into your sore cunt. "you're c—creamin' all over me, little lady."
"s--shut up, shut up.." you cry, body damn hot. his hands feel as if they're burning against your skin. “g’cum ‘gain—“
“mhm, yeah you are. ‘cause you’re a little slutttt.” hanma moans, stifling when he feels your gummy walls clench at his crude words.
“n—not a slut ! shuji, shuji— !“
“that’s impossible, slut.”
#sorry friends </3 yv has been so tired#have been so stressed#dis is a little short but! i am planning to make up the other fics normally and still attach them to my kink tober :3#shuji hanma x reader#hanma smut#hanma shuji#hanma x reader#tokyo revengers hanma#shuji x reader#tokyo rev smut#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revenger x reader#tokyo revengers#shuji hanma#hanma shuuji x reader#tokrev hanma#tr hanma#drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊#kinktober 2024
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hi if you want me to be insane for a sec i wanna talk about what environment re: homosexuality edwin was raised in
there was, at the time of edwin's birth, a national panic about the decline of masculinity in the UK. there was an idea that the uncontrollable sexual appetites of gay men would erode the moral foundation of the country and destroy it.
gay men, especially effeminate gay men, were seen as morally insane, degenerate, and as sexual criminals on par with child abusers. being gay was a criminal offense seen as contributing to social collapse. it was further criminalized under the labouchere amendment in 1885. gay sex was banned, but so was something as innocent as kissing. even, in some cases, just smiling or talking to other men in places suspected of being gay hotspots could be punished with imprisonment and hard labor.
edwin was born about 5 years after oscar wilde was imprisoned for "gross indecency" with other men, and about 50 years BEFORE alan turing was chemically castrated for the same crime. following wilde's highly publicized prosecution, there emerged a culture of hunting down, ratting out, and blackmailing gay men under threat of arrest. i'd go so far as to say edwin was becoming a teenager at the HEIGHT of the gay panic that emerged after wilde's trial - arrest rates had ballooned by 1912, and edwin was in school from 1913 to 1916.
it would have been rough, looking and acting the way he does.
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Pls pls pls pls can you do a threesome with Mattsun and Hanamaki based on them being in a poly relationship with you?
(say less, i'm so so very here for this<3<3<3)

messy
issei matsukawa x f!reader x takahiro hanamaki
c: 18+ only, smut, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v, double penetration in one hole, creampies, semi-public sex
SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“You guys are gross.”
Issei’s lips pause against yours at the sound of Oikawa’s petulant voice, his tongue briefly caressing the swell of your bottom lip before he breaks the kiss to turn his head to the side.
“Like you haven’t kissed more people than you can count,” he counters, reaching out and flicking his friend on the nose for good measure.
“It’s not that,” Oikawa scoffs. “It’s…whatever the hell all of this is.”
As if on cue, Takahiro shifts slightly from where you’re sitting in his lap, his fingertips curling in a soothing motion against the bare skin of your thigh—rucking up the hem of your sundress a little more indecently than it already is in your current position.
“Stop acting like you’re some goddamn prude, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi grumbles, returning to the table with a round of drinks.
There’s a tickling sensation against the inside of your other thigh, and you pinch Issei’s side. He huffs, regretfully giving up just as his fingers brush against your soft cotton panties. While your lower halves are mostly hidden beneath the table, Oikawa still narrows his eyes suspiciously when your breath hitches in your throat as Issei grasps your hip instead, smiling innocently while he snaps the waistband of said underwear.
“Iwa came over once,” Takahiro shrugs, Oikawa’s eyes going wide as Iwaizumi chokes on his drink.
—
“You’re both shameless,” you chide as the three of you make your way to Takahiro’s car afterward, only to find yourself pressed up against the passenger side door, your hips trapped in Issei’s warm grip.
“What did you expect when you decided to wear this tonight,” he murmurs, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck.
The way you gasp and arch back into him is—admittedly—not the best course of action if you’re not planning on getting fucked here and now in this deserted, dimly lit parking garage.
Resting his elbows on the hood and staring at you with a smile that’s equal parts endearing and mischievous, Takahiro just shrugs.
Well, it was this dress that sent the three of you tumbling over the edge you’d been dancing on for years, after all—when you were a little too tipsy to think better of jumping into a pool while wearing it at a party last summer.
(An evening that turned into a very long night as you opted to crash on the couch at their apartment after, rather than suffering through the long train ride home in a wet dress.
A very wet, suddenly very translucent dress that hugged every dip and curve of your body as you stood in Issei’s room, arguing that you couldn’t put him out by taking his bed.
The dress had found its way to the floor as your bickering turned to making out, which in turn found his head between your warm, damp thighs, tongue lapping at your folds. Takahiro had barged in, unknowingly, and somehow ended up with his mouth plastered to yours as you whined and moaned against his lips until you came all over Issei’s face.)
“You’re the one that said you wanted to date both of us,” Takahiro grins as Issei nudges you toward the front of the car.
There are probably fucking cameras in here—though you’re too pent up at this point from their teasing all night to really care.
Takahiro’s touch is gentle yet firm as he takes Issei’s place, body folding over yours as he bends you over the hood of the car. Fuck, he’s so hard.
You don’t have to reach between your legs to know your underwear are soaked by now.
The hem of your dress is pushed upward, bunched around your waist as your panties—and the arousal now slowly beginning to drip down the inside of your thigh—are on full display for both of your partners.
You know it’s Issei’s hand that reaches out to drag your underwear aside, the specific way he drags two large, callused fingers through your slick folds a dead giveaway. A soft, keening little sound tumbles from your lips, despite your attempt to bite it back in this treacherously echo-prone environment.
Issei knows you’re holding back, he can see it in the trembling of your thighs, the way your fingertips drag across the smooth paint on the hood of the car.
Takahiro’s body heat seeps into yours as he brings his lips to your ear, “Don’t think there’s an easy way for us to fuck you at the same time here, do you mind if we take turns?”
Though you eagerly nod, cunt clenching in anticipation at finally being filled, you’re not expecting the way they carry out their plan—back and fucking forth.
Literally.
For all the ways you’ve fucked them, there’s something absolutely filthy about this—the way Takahiro’s the one that spits on your pussy for good measure, only for Issei to be the only to plunge inside.
And yet he only stays for two thrusts before Takahiro’s gripping your hips and pounding into you instead, twice, three times.
Then Issei’s cock sinks back inside of you, your cunt spasming and contracting around the back and forth switch between his girth versus Takahiro’s length. You can hear the lewd splash of arousal dripping from your greedy pussy onto the pavement below.
Takahiro’s hands slide down the straps of your dress, your tits spilling out and pressing against the cool metal of the car’s hood as he buries his shaft in you balls deep, groaning about how fucking tight you always are for them.
You want to sob at how empty you feel when he pulls out, a little delirious on how badly you want both of them inside of you at the same time right this very goddamn second—logistics be damned.
Somehow, in between your incoherent, begging, pleading moans each time they ruthlessly swap (having cast any worries about the echoing parking garage to the wayside), Issei seems to get the hint and shuffles the three of you around until your hips are wrapped around his waist, Takahiro’s hands supporting your ass.
And then they’re both somehow plunging inside of your fucked out hole, Issei’s mouth a searing caress against your lips as he swallows down the rising volume of your cock drunk moans. Your cunt greedily takes them both in, dripping a fresh wave of slick arousal as you feel the way both of them shudder and groan at the sensation of their dicks rutting against one another within the tight, slick squeeze of your pussy.
You turn your head to kiss Takahiro, the spit-slick meeting of your lips nearly as filthy as the squelching sounds from between your legs that follow each of their rhythmic, deep thrusts.
When you come, you’re thankful for the steady, strong grip that keeps your trembling limbs in the air while they both fuck you through the tidal wave of pleasure that washes over you, your arms and legs useless in the shuddering aftershocks that radiate through your abdomen and your quivering pussy.
“Where, baby?” Issei pants, sounding just as close to his climax as Takahiro and his now sloppy, inconsistent thrusts.
It’s probably not the best idea, what comes out of your mouth, given that you’re in a short little sundress and have to sit perched on a leather seat for the drive home.
And yet—
“Inside, inside,” you gasp, fingers buried in his hair. “Make a mess.”
Takahiro groans in pleasure, “Fucking hell.”
You’re not the one that’ll be stuck cleaning the seats tomorrow morning, anyway.
“Fuck,” Issei gasps, slamming his cock in to the hilt at the same time as Takahiro, warmth flooding your insides as they simultaneously fill your cunt to the brim with ropes of thick, hot cum, both staying lodged deep inside of you until your tight hole finishes milking them dry.
Just as they’re carefully putting you back down on the ground—Issei fixing the straps of your dress back over your shoulders as Takahiro flattens the skirt of your dress—there’s a familiar, indignant cry from somewhere off in the distance,
“This is a fucking PARKING GARAGE, YOU HEATHENS!”
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Alan Mathison Turing
Alan Turing was was an English mathematician, computer scientist, logician, cryptanalyst, philosopher and theoretical biologist and is widely considered to be the father of theoretical computer science. During the Second World War, Turing worked for the Government Code and Cypher School at Bletchley Park, Britain's codebreaking centre that produced Ultra intelligence. He led Hut 8, the section responsible for German naval cryptanalysis. He devised techniques for speeding the breaking of German ciphers, including improvements to the pre-war Polish bomba method, an electromechanical machine that could find settings for the Enigma machine. Turing played a crucial role in cracking intercepted messages that enabled the Allies to defeat the Axis powers in many crucial engagements, including the Battle of the Atlantic. in 1952 when Turing was 39, he began a relationship with Arnold Murray, a 19 year old unemployed man. In January of 1952, Turings house was burgled, and Murray told Turing that he and the burglar were acquainted, and Turing called the police to report the crime. During the investigation, he acknowledged a sexual relationship with Murray and both men were charged with "gross indecency" under Section 11 of the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885. On the advice of his family and lawyer he pled guilty. In March of 1952 he was convicted and given a choice between imprisonment or probation with the condition that he undergo a hormonal treatment to reduce libido, aka as "chemical castration". Turing opted for probation and began the chemical treatments. Over the course of the following year he was injected with estrogen, causing impotence and for breast tissue to form. In a letter, Turing wrote that "no doubt I shall emerge from it all a different man, but quite who I've not found out".
On 8 June 1954, at his house at 43 Adlington Road, Wilmslow, Turing's housekeeper found him dead. A post mortem was held that evening which determined that he had died the previous day at the age of 41 with cyanide poisoning cited as the cause of death. When his body was discovered, an apple lay half-eaten beside his bed, and although the apple was not tested for cyanide, it was speculated that this was the means by which Turing had consumed a fatal dose. Many question whether his death was suicide or accidental but it is officially listed as suicide. In 2013, Queen Elizabeth II signed a pardon for Turings conviction of "gross indencency", with immediate effect. The Queen officially pronounced Turing pardoned in August 2014. The Queen's action is only the fourth royal pardon granted since the conclusion of the Second World War. Pardons are normally granted only when the person is technically innocent, and a request has been made by the family or other interested party; neither condition was met in regard to Turing's conviction. In September 2016, the government announced its intention to expand this retroactive exoneration to other men convicted of similar historical indecency offences, in what was described as an "Alan Turing law". The Alan Turing law is now an informal term for the law in the United Kingdom, contained in the Policing and Crime Act 2017, which serves as an amnesty law to retroactively pardon men who were cautioned or convicted under historical legislation that outlawed homosexual acts. The law applies in England and Wales.
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requesting the first years witnessing gojo flirt with reader
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

A/N: i love this idea sm i hope u like how i wrote it 👀💗
Wc ≈ 800
Pairing: GOJO Satoru x reader
Summary: Yuji, Nobara and Megumi 'accidentally' overheard you and Gojo flirting in the classroom 👀
Warnings; kinda cheesy/goofy/overdramatic, poor megumi lmfao

Passing down the hall, Yuji heard a murmuring of yours and Gojo’s voices coming from inside a vacant classroom, so he strained his ears to listen.
“I swear, your sweet tooth is insatiable��� Gojo, you really should quit sugar.”
“Aw, but how could I possibly give you up?”
Yuji’s face contorted into amusement and disbelief after hearing that little exchange.
“Yuji, what the hell are you doing – ”
He hissed for Nobara to be quiet and come eavesdrop with him. So she did, albeit a bit confused at first, but in a few minutes she and him were stifling their snickering and pressing their cheeks flat to the thin sliding door.
“What did Y/n just say?? MEGUMI! Get over here.” Nobara whisper-shouted and beckoned the ravenette who appeared around the corner.
“Why?”
“JUST COME OVER HERE.”
“For what?!”
Yuji and Nobara practically dragged him over and forced him to join in their eavesdropping. He gives them a confused look but there’s a spark of curiosity in his eyes when he hears the murmur of your voice.
“I’m not your sugar, so stop calling me that – ”
“ – how about I call you my sugarbaby?”
“Satoru!” your giggle came from the other side of the door.
“Ooh, you’re calling my first name now? That’s so indecent.”
“I’m not gonna be your sugarbaby – ”
“ – you don’t want me to be your sugardaddy?!” Gojo acted offended and raised his voice.
Yuji and Nobara were desperately trying to keep it together, but their snickering and giggling kept getting worse until they were besides themselves with laughter – out of breath, seal-sounds and all. Megumi looked absolutely appalled and borderline distraught (he had a boyish crush on you).
“Stop eavesdropping, you three.”
“OH SHIT.” Nobara finally cracked and broke down laughing loudly with Yuji.
Gojo slid the door open with a smack, and they began to scramble immediately. You just peered from behind the desk where you were signing documents.
“W – wheehaha – we heard nothing! I swear!” Yuji promised.
“Sheesh, I didn’t think anyone in this world would be attracted to the likes of Gojo. Y/n, you can do better.” Nobara muttered.
“I – the audacity, I’m standing right here. Nobara, expect a forehead flick later.”
The three of them tumbled out of the halls and discussed you and Gojo like a hot topic.
“D’you think they’re like… actually dating?!” Yuji asked incredulously, standing on the last step of the stairs.
“Probably.” Nobara shrugged.
“Ugh…”
“Cheer up, Megumi. It’s not the end of the world.” Yuji chuckled.
Megumi just pouted and sat on the stairs, spreading his legs out and looking up at the sky very melancholically. He was so dramatic that the other two just laughed.
“D’you think they actually went on a date last weekend?” Yuji pondered.
“Ohhh… yeah, that’s probably what that was all about.”
“Gross!” Megumi whined.
“Megumi I’ve never seen you so jealous before.”
“What the hell, I’m not jealous!” he denounced.
Gojo came out to meet those three at the base of the stairs at just the right moment.
“You always say that you’re gonna marry Y/n when you grow up.” Yuji said.
“NO I DON’T? YOU’RE TWISTING MY WORDS, YUJI.”
Gojo placed a big hand on his head and gave him the fright of his life. He groaned when he realized you two just heard everything. Yuji and Nobara lost it laughing again.
“Sorry to steal your future wife.” He joked.
“BRO WHAT THE HELL – YUJI’S JUST JOKING!” Megumi’s cheeks reddened.
You walked out next, just the sight of you threw Nobara and Yuji right back into a fit of laughter that they were just struggling to get out of.
“Megumi, what’s the matter?” you asked.
“Nothing, I’m good – YUJI SHUT UP!”
He tackled Yuji right as he opened his mouth to say something. “Nobara – don’t – you – dare.”
“Hey future wife.” Gojo greeted you cheekily. You rolled your eyes.
“Hey future ex-husband.” You responded.
Megumi looked so comically distraught, the other two were howling. Gojo just smirked and sunk his hands into his pockets.
“You two, why is Megumi distraught?” you asked them suspiciously.
“He has a crush on you.” Nobara said.
Megumi went fully red. He looked as if he was contemplating summoning Shikigami on Nobara. Before he even checked your reaction or paid attention to his other teacher’s stifled giggles, he went rigid and stiffly walked away.
“So future wife… about that date.” Gojo said rather loudly.
“I KNEW IT!” Yuji hollered. Him and Nobara went off again, Megumi let out the most dramatic groan you’ve ever heard.

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Is it true that khaotung gifted earthmix a copy of de profundis? When did it happen?
Yes, it’s true! His go-to gift is books. He talked about that incident specifically during a magazine interview back in 2022, which I had to enlist the help of our resident EarthMix expert @doublel27 to track down. (Thank you!!)
De Profundis, for those who don’t know, is a book of letters Oscar Wilde wrote to his lover from prison where he was jailed for “gross acts of indecency,” AKA homosexuality.
As I was searching for the interview above, I also found a video of Khaotung talking about De Profundis during an episode of OffGun fun night in 2021, so it’s obviously a book that holds a lot of meaning to him.
#that whole interview is very good btw#first and khaotung both talk about their definition of friendship and how it has evolved since they met each other#khaotung thanawat#asks
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On Carlo and Romeo's relationship & homosexuality in Victorian schools
In my quest to find out more about Carlo and Romeo's lives at Monad Charity House, I have once again resorted to my tried and tested method of historical research, this time with a primary focus on Victorian boarding schools.
Along the way, I stumbled upon Lord Alfred Douglas, aka "Bosie" Douglas, the lover of Oscar Wilde. As people familiar with them may know, their gay romance caused quite a stir in 1895 due to the (in)famous trials of Wilde for “gross indecency”, the tragic result of which was that the latter was convicted to two years of hard labor that ruined his health.
Both already had their fair share of gay affairs beforehand though - Bosie specifically was very popular among his peers during his time at Oxford University, being excellent at sports, artistically gifted and incredibly handsome, so it's not too surprising he hooked up with some of his fellow students. What absolutely had me rolling on the floor was this statement, however (quoted from this page):
"[...] we argue that the English public schools in the last part of the nineteenth century tolerated, if they did not actually encourage the development of strong homoerotic friendships between students."
Apparently, homosexuality in boarding schools was so common people made off-hand jokes about it. In the novel Rites of Passage by William Golding, the protagonist finds a fellow traveler engaged in oral sex with a sailor, thinking of it as "that silly schoolboy prank". Admittedly, Golding wrote his novel in the 20th century, so we don’t know for sure if the 19th-century attitudes portrayed in it are accurate, but this might imply that sexual interaction between schoolboys was fairly common.
In the first edition of Tom Brown's School Days by Thomas Hughes, published in 1857, there was even a passage of the protagonist insulting two boys who were clearly in a sexual relationship with senior boys, with the author commenting that "everyone who studied at Rugby would understand why this passage was necessary". (Hughes himself was Christian and condemned homosexual relationships; the concerning passage was cut out in later versions).
This does not mean, however, that all the boys attending boarding schools were gay - rather, because boarding schools were restricted by gender, they had their first sexual experiences in this male-only environment. Many of them would try the exact same thing out with a girl later and find they enjoyed it much more. However, there were also those who never felt any desire to try it out with a girl - and given how close Carlo and Romeo were, I would honestly be more surprised if there wasn’t anything romantic going on between them.
I mean, it’s not like the entire LoP community isn’t already shipping Carlo and Romeo, but in case there was ever any doubt about it, take it from me: I’m positive these boys were gay.
And in case anyone feels like pointing out that “well, actually, the setting of Lies of P is based on France”: Homosexuality was already decriminalized in France as early as 1791 by the National Constituent Assembly, making France the first Western European country to do so - or rather, the penal code drafted with the intention to only punish "real crimes" made no mention of homosexual acts in private. Still, it was a major step for gay rights.
#lies of p#lies of p carlo#lies of p romeo#carlo x romeo#carmeo#they are gay your honor#gay history#victorian england#also still got this out during Pride Month yay!
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Vía Working Class History
On this day, 7 June 1954, British mathematician and pioneering thinker in the field of artificial intelligence Alan Turing died of cyanide poisoning at the age of 41. Turing had also helped the Allies win World War II by decoding encrypted Nazi communications, and after the war helped develop some of the earliest digital computers.
In 1952, he was convicted of "gross indecency" for homosexuality and sentenced to chemical castration by the state as punishment. His death was officially ruled a suicide, in response to the persecution he had been suffering.
However, the police investigation of his death was entirely inadequate. And while they concluded he deliberately ingested cyanide from an apple, they failed to test the apple for the presence of cyanide. Alternative explanations for his death were that he could have accidentally inhaled cyanide from an experiment, or that British security services killed him to prevent state secrets being passed on to the Soviet Union, which was a common fear held about LGBT+ people whom they typically considered a security risk.
Years of campaigning against the legacy of UK state homophobia eventually resulted in Turing receiving a posthumous pardon in 2013, as well as the passing of the so-called Turing's Law, which granted posthumous pardons to nearly 50,000 other men convicted of "gross indecency" for same-sex relations.
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Fellow Activists we need your voice and donation
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Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) people in Kenya face significant challenges not experienced by non-LGBT residents. Sodomy is prohibited in Kenya, punishable by 21 years' imprisonment, and any sexual practices (termed "gross indecency") are a felony of the same statute, punishable by 5 years' imprisonment. On 24 May 2019, the High Court of Kenya refused an order to declare same sex marriage. The state does not recognise any relationships between persons of the same sex; same-sex marriage is banned under the Kenyan Constitution since 2010. There are no explicit protections against discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity. Adoption is restricted to heterosexual couples only.
Expressions of homosexuality are illegal under Kenyan statutes and carry a maximum penalty of 14 years' imprisonment to 21 years in certain aggravating circumstances. Sex acts between women are mentioned under the gender-neutral term person and are enforced equally. Indeed, Prime Minister Raila Odinga in November 2010 called on for them to be arrested along with gay men.
LGBTQ migrants "asylum seeker and refugees" living in Kenya and continue to be at risk since the host community has stood firm on their decision to eliminate whoever practicing sodomy as stated.
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I don't remember exactly when but if I recall correctly you answered an ask saying that Arthur would like to settle down a week ago?(Sorry for not knowing the exact date) Do you think that would apply if he was with a man? Since technically there was no way to completely let go of the life of crime(Because of all that sodomy thing)
And do you think that he wouldn't even consider that a possibility before his interactions with Mr White and Mr Black?(I apologize if this is a bit too much, I got a bit excited lol)
As you said, Arthur wouldn't really be able to live a legal life if he is with a man because of the illegalisation of homosexual acts aso known "gross indecency". I mean he could try to hide it, but it would be very very hard to actually hide if he is trying to live a "normal" legal life, so I think he would never try to have the same kind of life as with Mary, like a house and picket fence yk?
I think however after meeting our Mr White and Mr Black, he would open up more to the idea of a secluded living-of-the-land kind of life where they don't really interact with a lot of others.
#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption community#rdr2 arthur#john marston#rdr john#rdr2#rdr2 community#red dead fandom#ask#asks#answered asks#nthspecialll asks#nthspecialll
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Nils santesson 1873-1960. He was a Swedish tinsmith, sculptor and writer. He belonged to the tinsmith family Santesson.
On 4 January 1907 he was arrested for homosexual fornication[similar too the law in the UK called” gross indecency “] and on 21 January he was sentenced to ten months' hard labour in a morality.
The law against homosexual acts was applied quite rarely at that time in Sweden. The fact that Santesson's case resulted in a trial was due to the tragic circumstances, in which a 22-year-old tin foundry worker had attempted to take his own life and in a suicide note to his parents accused Santesson of having destroyed him in body and soul.
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During WWI over 230 British soldiers were court-martialled, convicted and sentenced to imprisonment for committing homosexual acts. Even more were tried and convicted in civilian courts.
One such soldier was Lieutenant Wilfrid Marsden, an officer and qualified as a pilot in 1915. He was drummed out of the service and referred to civil court, appearing at the Old Bailey in London in January 1916.
Letters to and from soldier were often reviewed by censors in case battle plans were being passed. A letter to Marsden from a friend, 2nd Lieutenant F R West, was intercepted and was grounds for both soldiers to be count marshaled. The letter was read in court:
“I had unusual luck after I left you. I strolled passed the Union Jack Club but saw only drunkards etc, so rushed with all possible speed to the old beat where I soon picked up a charming girly very fair with blue eyes and slightly wavy hair who was in the Red Cross show, uniform very becoming, stationed at Yarmouth of all places. He was up on four days leave and was perfectly charming and very affectionate. He gave me his photo. His legs my dear, were too wonderful and I am feeling very tired to-day.”
Marsden was found guilty of 'scandalous and immoral conduct' (homosexuality) and was sentenced to two years hard labour for 'gross indecency' in January 1916. His mother was under the impression that his offences had been with other military personnel.
Meanwhile West was dragged from the trenches in France, court-martialled and thrown out of the armed services.
Marsden was a dedicated soldier, and when he completed serving his sentence, he reenlisted to go back to fight in the war. After the war, Marsden moved to Australia, perhaps to have a fresh start. He died there, a bachelor, in 1949 at the age of 61.

#gay icons#we were always there#Lieutenant Wilfrid Marsden#WWI#world war one#court-martialled#scandalous and immoral conduct#gays in the military#His legs my dear were too wonderful
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Oscar Wilde photographed by Napeleon Sarony Oscar Wilde is an Irish poet and playwright best known for his epigrams and plays, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, and his criminal conviction for gross indecency for homosexual acts. In February of 1895, the Marquess of Queensberry left his calling card at Wilde's club inscribed "To Oscar Wilde, posing somdomite[sic]". Against the advice of nearly everyone who knew him, Wilde sued the Marquess for libel. The trial, considered to be one of the first celebrity trials, did not go well for Wilde. Queensberry was found not guilty, as the court declared that his accusation that Wilde was "posing as a Somdomite [sic]" was justified, "true in substance and in fact". Soon. after, a warrant for Wilde's arrest was issued on the charges of sodomy and gross indecency. In April of 1895 he was was arrested for "gross indecency" under Section 11 of the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885, a term meaning homosexual acts not amounting to buggery aka sodomy. After two trials, the first resulting in a hung jury, in May of 1895 he was found guilty and sentenced to two years hard labor. After being released in 1897, Wilde spent his last years impoverished and in exile. He died in 1900 in France. n 2017, Wilde was among an estimated 50,000 men who were pardoned for homosexual acts that were no longer considered offences under the Policing and Crime Act 2017, known informally as the Alan Turing law
#classic#style#gay#gay artist#gay history#lgbt history#gay writer#lgbt writer#oscar wilde#gay men#gay man
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