#arthur ardenne

[tfwcharles]

ooc | Charles & Arthur

Cousin!!!! (aka one of the best relationships ;D)

Honestly being cousins w/ the actual king (almost) makes up for the fact that Arthur’s insufferable half-brother thinks that the relation extends to him!!!

Tbh as much as he definitely appreciates the connection, he does have a lot of loyalty for his family, in general, and even if Arthur wasn’t the king, he would still do literally anything for him!! Annnd he also has a lot of national pride and loyalty to the crown, too, so Arthur gets double points for that!! 

Because of this, I think Charles is probably more blind to Arthur’s faults than he might otherwise be. I don’t think he approves of Arthur’s flirtations/the fact that he has an official mistress while searching for a bride and I also think he probably finds his tendencies to want to do the opposite of what he’s told childish (even if I think he would also kind of understand the desire to escape blindly doing what others wish who would control him, as Charles has witnessed his own brothers being manipulated by their father). However, since both king and a cousin, I don’t think Charles judges him harshly on this, if at all -- definitely not as severely as he would if he was anyone else. 

(Also depending on their relationship, he might raise his concerns about Arthur’s behavior -- but it would only be to Arthur and Arthur alone and nEVER in front of anyone else. He would also not let a single word be said against him by literally anyone and would fight them on it even if he agreed with them #facepalm). 

Anyway, I’m not sure what exact relationship they would have, beyond this??? They are both the same age, so I think that’s in their favor if they spent a lot of time growing up??? I can see them being good friends and kinda of balancing each other, but I can also see where Arthur might find him to be a wet noodle b/c Charles is the kind of guy to point out how they shouldn’t be doing something whenever would try to do anything remotely fun ;DD

[tfwaloysius]

ooc | Aloysius & Arthur

arthur: I have never done anything wrong ever in my life

aloysius: I know this and I love you. 

Not even sure I’m kidding tbh ;DDD Aloysius IDOLIZIES his elder bro and tbh always has!!! No lie, he legit wanted to be him when he grew up!!! Ofc they are bros, so Aloysius def teases Arthur/gives him shit sometime, but do NOT let that fool you b/c Aloysius legit thinks he is the greatest. 

(Also you know they team up and mess with Ambrose all the time ajdslfjaldsfjasdf)

[sapphic-outlaw]

Mistakes were made

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Lonely is a man with no one to love but his horse.

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[somekindofhat]

Kieran looks like he just want to have a normal, one sided conversation all horse girls have with their ponys but the arabian just goes "excuse me, you are letting me starve here give me treats"

[aiisstuffnthings]

In Motion

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Some more fun with photo mode, but Red Dead Redemption 2.

🎵 I like big horses and I cannot lie 🎵

[hcdahlem]

Brûlez tout!

Pour son premier roman, Henri Guyonnet a choisi de réhabiliter Rodolphe Darzens. C’est à ce journaliste, émigré russe, que l’on doit la (re)découverte d’Arthur Rimbaud et de son œuvre. Oubliant la biographie et l’hagiographie, son roman est passionnant.

  En deux mots Le journaliste Rodolphe Darzens se voit confier la mission de retrouver Arthur Rimbaud, un jeune poète qui a suscité l’attention avant de disparaître mystérieusement. Menant sa difficile mission avec abnégation, il va finir par retrouver l’homme et l’œuvre et contribuer à la gloire de ce prince des poètes. Ma note ★★★ (bien aimé) Ma chronique L’homme qui a sauvé Rimbaud de…

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The Miles We Walked (And Will Walk)

[short fic based on this, also on my ao3]

It had been a long time since John had stepped foot in Valentine.

And honestly? He never planned to again, not after that business with Cornwall and those damn sheep.

But after meeting with Sadie, as per her request, Rachel was getting fussy. The mare knew she could swindle a treat or two from her rider, but this time, she was out of luck.

So, with a huff, they headed down the familiar dirt street toward the stables.

Valentine hadn’t changed much - Same weathered wooden signs creaking in the breeze, the smell of manure and pine, the churned-up mud still thick underfoot. It was like the years hadn’t touched this place. Not much had changed, except him.

"Morning," the stable hand chirped, "That's a fine horse you got there."

Honestly, she was. It wasn't often that John saw Thoroughbreds around, her seal brown coat was especially gorgeous in the sunlight. Quite the horse indeed.

"Thanks, just need some hay and a few carrots for her."

With a nod, the man disappeared out back to fetch the goods, leaving John to let his eyes wander. There weren't many horses here, all things considered. A Half-bred, a Standardbred and a Morgan nickered softly in their stalls to the right.

But on the left, almost hidden away in a shadowed stall, was a horse that caught John’s eye. A dark head lifted, ears perked at his attention, and something about the animal stirred a long buried memory.

His brow furrowed. Wasn't that one of Arthur's horses?

"I'll be damned.." John muttered under his breath.

Carefully, he approached the stallion, hand outstretched. The horse didn’t hesitate, nuzzling into his palm like an old friend. John let out a weak laugh, gently patting it's neck. The big bastard remembered him.

"Long time no see, eh boy?"

The ardennes snorted, leaning into John’s hand, relishing the attention. A heaviness settled in John’s chest for a moment. Arthur had loved this horse, he remembered when the man proudly trotted into camp with it, and to see it here, tucked away and forgotten? Arthur would have been devastated.

The stable hand returned, arms loaded with hay and carrots. “I’d mind your hands with that one, partner,” he warned. “The thing don’t like anybody.”

John gave the horse one last scratch behind the ears, glancing over at the man. “That so?”

The stable hand shrugged, dropping the supplies on a nearby crate. “Guess it likes you. Ain’t nobody wanted it since it was left here. That fella didn’t seem right to me at the time, left a lot of money for us to look after it, but that was ’bout eight years ago now.”

Eight years. John could recall the last time he saw Arthur as if it happened yesterday. The way he fought, the way he pushed on with his horse until neither of them could go any further. He remembered, he was there. Hosea had given Arthur that horse, he remembered that too. How Arthur cradled the animal’s head, giving it one last goodbye, only to join it not long after.

The fact that Arthur wanted his other horse to be taken care of, even after he passed, struck John harder than he would have liked.

"How much for it?"

The stable hand huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You sure you want it? There's other horses 'round here."

John didn’t answer right away. He looked back at the ardennes, at the weight of the years resting on its shoulders, and felt that familiar prickle of old grief rising again. The horse was more than just a memory of Arthur, it was a piece of him. Something alive in the world that still remembered.

"How much?"

With a sigh, the man's eyes met John's. "Four dollars for the feed. The horse.. you can just take. You'd be doin' me a favour, but don't go tellin' folk I sold you that bastard of a horse."

John fished out a few dollars and gave the man what was due, shoving the goods into his satchel before turning back to the horse. The stable hand dusted off the saddle that he recognised as Arthur's, setting it down near the stall as he untangled the rest of the tack that came with it. John unlocked the gate and slowly geared up the horse, murmuring soft reassurances as he did.

“I’ll stable your other horse if you’re takin’ this one out,” the stable hand offered.

John muttered a quick thanks as he finished securing the saddle. The horse was a little jumpy, but John took it slow, carefully leading the stallion outside. He stepped back for a moment, glancing at the ardennes standing in the sunlight. It's grey coat glistened, the dark hues blending once more as the dust shifted. It didn’t look like the animal had aged a day.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” John murmured, giving the horse a pat. “Roca, was it? Arthur was always odd with names, wasn’t he?”

The stallion let out a deep huff, taking in the fresh air, softly nudging John's arm in agreement.

Satisfied, he put his foot in the stirrup and swung himself up into the saddle, giving Roca a nudge as they headed out of town. The ardennes moved steadily beneath him, falling into a rhythm as if it had been waiting for this for years.

“Sorry I ain’t Arthur,” John mumbled, patting the horse’s neck. “But you and me will get along fine, right boy?”

The stallion gave a content huff in response, the tension in the horse’s body easing with each step. John looked out ahead, the road stretching far into the distance.

“Maybe I’ll take you to see him, one of these days.”

The words hung in the air, a quiet promise. John straightened in the saddle, giving the horse another nudge. There were miles yet to ride, but for the first time in years, he didn’t mind the journey.

[m00nz-artpad]

Olivia's horse, Magnus

Even though she couldn't remember much, she remembered that gorgeous Clydesdale, Magnus. The horse she had since they both were so little. Logan had found the Clydesdale at a local stable, a young foal nobody wanted because he was so stubborn and so scared, yet Magnus and Olivia connected quick. Maybe it was because Olivia knew what it was like to be scared in a world that didn't understand you or even want to, or maybe it was due to the fact that Olivia shared Logan's unique ability to emotionally connect with an animal.

Even now, Olivia knew this horse. He was the one thing she could remember; the tight-knit connection they shared was undeniable and it alone helped her realize that she truly was the woman everyone claimed she was. Because if she knew at least one creature from her life before the amnesia, that was more than enough to prove to her that she belonged with the Van der Linde gang.

Whoopsies. I disappeared for a bit! I've been a tad busy, between trying to get a new computer, making summer plans, and playing RDR2, I just got side tracked.

Anyways; this is Olivia's horse, Magnus, as the blurb explained. Magnus is an auburn Clydesdale with white and black patches. He's actually very heavily inspired by the main horse I have for Arthur which is a big Ardennes with very similar markings. I like to think that Magnus and Cadet (Arthur's horse) are BFFLs because it's funny to me how two very intimidating horses for two very intimidating people can be besties for life.

[trappers-cloak]

I saw a post about Arthur’s horses and now I wanna do that but for fanfic stuff

After Bodaceia (sp ??) passed, Arthur kept the Tennessee Walker from Adler ranch for only a short time. He sells the horse in exchange for Ares, a blue roan Ardennes.

Ares is an impatient war horse. Arthur got the name from Jack. The horse is fast for an Ardennes and sturdy, and the size of a Missouri Foxtrotter. Arthur forms a great bond with him.

Diana comes on the scene with her grullodun Breton, Althea.

Althea is on the older side- she was a wedding gift for Diana. She is very strong and loyal, with incredible endurance.

Once the events of Part 1 - Emerald Ranch are over… SPOILERS FOR THE FIC I HAVENT WRITTEN YET BELOW‼️‼️‼️

…and Diana kills her husband Eugene and joins the VDL gang, Bucephalus, Nyx, Phobos and Deimos join the crew.

Bucephalus is a buckskin mustang previously belonging to Eugene Wegner, and a very spirited one, similar to Ares. He takes to Diana right away once she kills Eugene, as Eugene was not a good owner. Althea becomes a horse to pull a small coach that Diana is given by Seamus. Diana also lives in the coach until she moves in with Arthur.

Nyx is the pitch black American standardbred belonging to Miriam Wegner (Diana’s stepdaughter). Later in the story, Miriam gets the beautiful Foxmore saddle from its original owner, Molly O’Shea.

Nyx is shared between Cripps and Miriam in my mind, with different saddles. Cripps uses a nice one he made from cougar skin.

Phobos and Deimos are two raven black shire horses- one of whom belonged to Hosea, who sold it to the Valentine stables. These are Cripps�� horses.

[mostbrilliantidiot]

So I normally favor a shire horse named Bully in my RDR2 playthroughs.

I'll branch out on occasion. There was J Edgar (a Turkoman mare. Yes the name has a story), Gentle Buffoon (a Kentucky Saddler I stole off an O'Driscoll. Bonus points if you know why she's named that), Lightning (the white Arabian), Thunder (a big grey Ardennes), Tank (Belgian draft), and a few others but I always come back to Bully.

Well.

Current playthrough I got a handsome looking Andalusian.

And someone earned their name.

Her name is "Sorry Bastard" (yes I modded out the profanity filter)

Sorry Bastard has:

Ragdolled while slowly walking across a bridge

Ragdolled suddenly while standing still

Thrown Arthur down a cliff

Thrown herself AND Arthur down a cliff and then LANDED on Arthur

Went ass over tea kettle near the trapper at Riggs station (I think a pebble offended her??? Idk) and nearly landed on Arthur

Somehow wandered while I was at the trapper in Saint Denis and got into a courtyard many blocks away???

Can and will spook at any snake in a ten mile radius. Or nothing. Usually spooks at nothing.

She:

[preparedpublic]

« Quant à la façon dont je suis arrivé ici, elle a été accidentée et rafraîchie de temps en temps par la saison. Sur la ligne droite des Ardennes en Suisse, voulant rejoindre, de Remiremont, la correspondance allemande à Wesserling, il m'a fallu passer les Vosges ; d'abord en diligence, puis à pied, aucune diligence ne pouvant plus circuler dans cinquante centimètres de neige en moyenne et par une tourmente signalée. » 

(Lettre d’Arthur Rimbaud à sa famille, Gênes, le 17 novembre 1878)

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À quel endroit Arthur Rimbaud a-t-il franchi les Vosges ? Combien de kilomètres a-t-il parcouru « par une tourmente signalée » ?

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La ligne ferrovière Mulhouse-Thann est ouverte en 1839. En 1863, la prolongation de Thann à Wesserling rapproche les voyageurs du col de Bussang, qui n’est plus qu’à 9 km. Ces deux communes situées sur le flanc alsacien des Vosges, deviennent allemandes après la guerre de 1870. Le col de Bussang devient un poste frontière et le restera jusqu'en 1918. 

Il se trouve dans la partie sud du tracé de la nouvelle frontière franco-allemande, issue du traité de paix de Francfort (10 mai 1871). Cette ligne plantée de 4056 bornes, valide la cession du Haut-Rhin, du Bas-Rhin et de la Moselle à l’empire allemand. Elle descend le long du bassin lorrain, rejoint la crête des Vosges, qu'elle suit du nord au sud, traverse le Territoire de Belfort pour atteindre la Suisse. Le col de Bussang se situe à environ 50 km à vol d’oiseau de la Suisse, au niveau de la borne frontière n°3100.

Dans le sens Vosges-Alsace, Rimbaud monte dans le train à Épinal pour en descendre à Remiremont, le terminus, à 35 kilomètres du col. La diligence le conduit à Bussang, en longeant la Moselle sur 31 km. C’est la dernière commune française avant la montée vers le col où cette rivière prend sa source. C’est donc là que Rimbaud entame très certainement son périple « dans 50 cm de neige en moyenne et par une tourmente signalée. » 

Après 4 km de marche, il atteint la douane française, à l’entrée ouest du tunnel construit sous le col de Bussang. Sur la carte postale, le photographe est perché à son sommet. Les douaniers français sont au premier plan, leur guérite en rondins à droite. À la sortie du tunnel, du côté alsacien, Rimbaud passe le poste frontière allemand et montre ses papiers. Derrière les  gendarmes à casque à pointe, on aperçoit un poteau frontière allemand que Rimbaud n'a pas pu voir, ce modèle datant de 1889. Celui qu’il a pu voir est moins spectaculaire.

Rimbaud entre dans une Alsace allemande. La guerre de 1870 a joué un rôle essentiel dans son parcours de poète, peut-être aussi dans sa décision de partir loin de son pays. Le poète qui a fréquenté la Commune, qui a écrit l’un des plus beaux poèmes de la langue française en hommage à un soldat mort en 1870, est le bref témoin d’une déchirure territoriale qui a coûté la vie à 200 000 hommes. En traversant les provinces perdues, il foule une terre étrangère, une utopie dérisoire, un lieu qui n’existe pas sinon dans le cerveau de l’empereur Guillaume Ier, du chancelier Bismarck et du général Moltke. 

Encore 9 km de marche et Rimbaud atteint la « correspondance allemande à Wesserling ». Il aura donc marché 13 km. Le train quitte la vallée de Thann, atteint bientôt Mülhausen (Mulhouse). Il fait quelques pas dans cette ancienne république protestante longtemps rattachée à la Suisse, aperçoit le Klapperstein, figure grimaçante que les condamnés pour médisance devaient porter autour du cou. Il se réchauffe au café Moll, où il écoute parler un dialecte étrange. Par la vitrine, il contemple le triangle rare d'une jolie place des années 1820, encadrée d'arcades qui encerclent un jardin. Puis il monte dans le train pour Bâle. On le retrouvera bientôt à Chypre, puis en Abyssinie.

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Surprise surprise, I took more photos like minutes before I leave (these ones are rushed)

Lower or higher contrast tho?

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … October 20

1854 – Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (d.1891) was a French poet. Born in Charleville, Ardennes, he produced his best known works while still in his late teens—Victor Hugo described him at the time as "an infant Shakespeare"—and he gave up creative writing altogether before the age of 21. As part of the decadent movement, Rimbaud influenced modern literature, music and art. He was known to have been a libertine and a restless soul, travelling extensively on three continents before his death from cancer just after his 37th birthday.

At the age of fifteen, Rimbaud was showing maturity as a poet; the first poem he showed his tutor, Georges Izambard, "Ophélie", would later be included in anthologies as one of Rimbaud's three or four best poems. When the Franco-Prussian War broke out, Izambard left Charleville and Rimbaud became despondent. He ran away to Paris with no money for his ticket and was subsequently arrested and imprisoned for a week. After returning home, Rimbaud ran away again to escape his mother's wrath.

From late October 1870, Rimbaud's behaviour became outwardly provocative; he drank alcohol, spoke rudely, composed scatological poems, stole books from local shops, and abandoned his hitherto characteristically neat appearance by allowing his hair to grow long. At the same time he wrote to Izambard about his method for attaining poetical vision through a "long, intimidating, immense and rational derangement of all the senses. The sufferings are enormous, but one must be strong, be born a poet, and I have recognized myself as a poet." It is rumoured that he briefly joined the Paris Commune of 1871, which he portrayed in his poem L'orgie parisienne (ou : Paris se repeuple), ("The Parisian Orgy; or Paris Repopulates"). Another poem, Le cœur volé ("The Stolen Heart"), is often interpreted as a description of him being raped by drunken Communard soldiers, but this is unlikely since Rimbaud continued to support the Communards and wrote poems sympathetic to their aims.

Rimbaud was encouraged by a friend to write to Paul Verlaine, an eminent poet, after letters to other poets failed to garner replies. Taking his advice, Rimbaud sent Verlaine two letters containing several of his poems. Verlaine, who was intrigued by Rimbaud, sent a reply that stated, "Come, dear great soul. We await you; we desire you," along with a one-way ticket to Paris. Rimbaud arrived in late September 1871 at Verlaine's invitation and resided briefly in Verlaine's home.

Rimbaud and Verlaine began a short and torrid affair. Whereas Verlaine had likely engaged in prior homosexual experiences, it remains uncertain whether the relationship with Verlaine was Rimbaud's first. During their time together they led a wild, vagabond-like life spiced by absinthe and hashish. They scandalized the Parisian literary circle on account of the outrageous behaviour of Rimbaud, the archetypical enfant terrible, who throughout this period continued to write strikingly visionary verse. The stormy relationship between Rimbaud and Verlaine eventually brought them to London in September 1872, a period about which Rimbaud would later express regret. During this time, Verlaine abandoned his wife and infant son (both of whom he had abused in his alcoholic rages). Rimbaud and Verlaine lived in considerable poverty, in Bloomsbury and in Camden Town, scraping a living mostly from teaching, in addition to an allowance from Verlaine's mother. Rimbaud spent his days in the Reading Room of the British Museum where "heating, lighting, pens and ink were free." The relationship between the two poets grew increasingly bitter.

By late June 1873, Verlaine grew frustrated with the relationship and returned to Paris, where he quickly began to mourn Rimbaud's absence. On 8 July, he telegraphed Rimbaud, instructing him to come to the Hotel Liège in Brussels; Rimbaud complied at once. The Brussels reunion went badly: they argued continuously and Verlaine took refuge in heavy drinking. On the morning of 10 July, Verlaine bought a revolver and ammunition.That afternoon, "in a drunken rage," Verlaine fired two shots at Rimbaud, one of them wounding the 18-year-old in the left wrist.

Rimbaud dismissed the wound as superficial, and did not initially seek to file charges against Verlaine. But shortly after the shooting, Verlaine (and his mother) accompanied Rimbaud to a Brussels railway station, where Verlaine "behaved as if he were insane." His bizarre behavior induced Rimbaud to "fear that he might give himself over to new excesses," so he turned and ran away. In his words, "it was then I [Rimbaud] begged a police officer to arrest him [Verlaine]." Verlaine was arrested for attempted murder and subjected to a humiliating medico-legal examination. He was also interrogated with regard to both his intimate correspondence with Rimbaud and his wife's accusations about the nature of his relationship with Rimbaud. Rimbaud eventually withdrew the complaint, but the judge nonetheless sentenced Verlaine to two years in prison.

At 21, Rimbaud quit writing and sought other employments to help him travel widely in Europe, The Dutch East Indies, and North Africa where he developed an infection in his leg in 1891. He shipped back to Marseilles, where the cancerous leg was amputated. He died in November of that year.

1871 – George Seymour, 7th Marquess of Hertford (d.1940) was the son of Hugh Seymour, 6th Marquess of Hertford.

In 1895, he was sent to Australia by his family "for the good of his health and the country", due to his blatant homosexual behaviour. He settled in Mackay, growing sugar cane and bananas, but quickly created great animosity, due to being a dishonest employer: he was sued by a labourer (who won the case) for underpayment, and boasted tricking kanakas (Pacific Islanders) who purchased his chickens into thinking gold sovereigns were less valuable than silver half crowns.

He was noted for all-male house parties at his isolated residence 'The Rocks' near Mackay, and achieved notoriety for "skirt dancing" in a sequinned outfit with butterfly wings, as one newspaper phrased it: "gyrating in the fluffy serpentine dance before a Kanaka audience... His legs being tough and skinny his audience show little inclination to pot him as long pig." When he returned to England in 1897, a Mackay newspaper noted the citizens were "more interested in his departure" than his arrival.

From 1889 to 1894, he served in the Black Watch and was a Lieutenant in the Warwickshire Imperial Yeomanry. He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant for Warwickshire and Justice of the Peace for Warwickshire.

He appeared on stage in the United States in one of Charles Frohman's companies under the name of Eric Hope.

He filed for bankruptcy in 1909 and 1910, shortly before inheriting his father's titles and estate, Ragley Hall.

In 1884, he became the Earl of Yarmouth and in 1901, he became the 7th Marquess of Hertford.

After his father's death on 23 March 1912, he succeeded as the 7th Earl of Hertford, the 7th Earl of Yarmouth, the 8th Baron Conway of Ragley, the 7th Viscount Beauchamp, the 7th Marquess of Hertford, and the 8th Baron Conway and Killultagh.

On 27 April 1903, he married heiress Alice Cornelia Thaw. She was the daughter of William Thaw Sr. At the wedding he extorted her parents to increase the dowry under the threat he would not go through the marriage. The marriage was annulled in 1908 due to non-consummation. As part of the divorce, all financial interests were returned to Thaw, and she resumed using her maiden name.

In May 1913, he became engaged to a Mrs. Moss-Cockle, who was much older than him and received $3,250,000 by her former husband. By July of the same year, the engagement was called off, with The New York Times writing: "It is rumored that lately the course of true love has not been running as smoothly as it ought to in the case of the Marquis of Hartford and Mrs. Moss Cockie, whose engagement was recently announced."

Lord Hertford died at his home in Torquay, Devonshire in 1940, aged 68 and childless. His titles passed to his nephew, Hugh Seymour.

1926 – Edward Douglas-Scott-Montagu, 3rd Baron Montagu of Beaulieu (d.2015) was a British Conservative politician well known in Britain for founding the National Motor Museum, as well as for a pivotal cause célèbre in British gay history, his 1954 conviction and imprisonment for homosexual sex, a charge he denied.

Lord Montagu was born in London, and inherited his barony in 1929 at the age of two, when his father, the 2nd Baron Montagu of Beaulieu, was killed in an accident. He attended St. Peter's Court School and Ridley College in Canada, Eton College and New College, Oxford. He served in the Grenadier Guards, including service in Palestine before the end of the British Mandate. On coming of age, Lord Montagu immediately took his seat in the House of Lords and swiftly made his maiden speech on the subject of Palestine.

Lord Montagu knew from an early stage of life that he was bisexual, and while attending Oxford was relieved to find others with similar feelings. In a 2000 interview he stated,

"My attraction to both sexes neither changed nor diminished at university and it was comforting to find that I was not the only person faced with such a predicament. I agonised less than my contemporaries, for I was reconciled to my bisexuality, but I was still nervous about being exposed."

Despite keeping his homosexual affairs discreet and out of the public eye, in the mid-1950s, Lord Montagu became "one of the most notorious public figures of his generation," after his conviction and imprisonment for "conspiracy to incite certain male persons to commit serious offences with male persons," a charge which was also used in the Oscar Wilde trials in 1895, and remained on the books until 1967.

On two occasions Lord Montagu was charged and committed for trial at Winchester Assizes, firstly in 1953 for allegedly taking sexual advantage of a 14-year-old Boy Scout at his beach hut on the Solent, a charge he has always denied. When prosecutors failed to achieve a conviction, in what Lord Montagu has characterised as a "witch hunt" to secure a high-profile conviction, he was arrested again in 1954 and charged with performing "gross offences" with an RAF serviceman during a weekend party at the beach hut, located on Lord Montagu's country estate. Lord Montagu has always maintained he was innocent of this charge as well ("We had some drinks, we danced, we kissed, that's all.") Nevertheless, he was imprisoned for twelve months for "consensual homosexual offences" along with Michael Pitt-Rivers and Peter Wildeblood.

Unlike the other defendants in the trial, Lord Montagu continued to protest his innocence. The trial caused a backlash of opinion among some politicians and church leaders that led to the setting up of the Wolfenden Committee, which in its 1957 report recommended the decriminalisation of homosexual activity in private between two adults. Ten years later, Parliament finally carried out the recommendation, a huge turning point in gay history in Britain, where male homosexuality had been completely outlawed in statute law since 1533.

In a 2007 interview, when asked if he felt that he and his co-defendants had been instrumental in the decriminalisation of homosexuality in Britain, Lord Montagu said,

"I am slightly proud that the law has been changed to the benefit of so many people. I would like to think that I would get some credit for that. Maybe I'm being very boastful about it but I think because of the way we behaved and conducted our lives afterwards, because we didn't sell our stories, we just returned quietly to our lives, I think that had a big effect on public opinion."

The story of Lord Montagu's trial is told in a 2007 Channel 4 documentary, A Very British Sex Scandal.

1941 – South African police are called in to quiet a disturbance at a gold mine caused by the dismissal of 122 miners for refusing to stop dances in which boys are squeezed and kissed.

1969 – The National Institutes of Mental Health released a report based on a study led by psychologist Dr. Evelyn Hooker. The report urged states to repeal sodomy laws.

1994 – Brennan Clost is a Canadian actor and dancer, known for portraying the role of Daniel on the Family series The Next Step. In 2020, he starred in the Netflix dance drama series Tiny Pretty Things.

Clost was born in Burlington, Ontario. Whilst growing up, he was bullied by classmates, stating that they made "very crass comments", threw snowballs at him and he would "get looks" in the hallway. Clost studied dance at various dance studios across southern Ontario, including National Ballet School of Canada and Springboard Danse Montreal. Initially wanting to study medicine at university, he was advised by his dance teacher to audition for the Juilliard School.

In March 2012, he auditioned and was accepted into the Juilliard School on a scholarship, making it as one of two male Canadian dancers to be accepted onto the course. Clost's choreography was showcased annually at Juilliard's Choreographic Honours Program and in elementary schools throughout New York City, and he graduated in 2016. Through dance, Clost has damaged his ankle, had Achilles tendinitis and had "serious wrist and shoulder problems". Clost has stated that he does not label himself with a sexuality, but added that he is "not straight".

In 2017, Clost starred in the in web series Spiral, alongside The Next Step co-star Alexandra Beaton. In 2019, he was cast in the Netflix dance drama series Tiny Pretty Things as Shane, which premiered in December 2020.

1995 – Dalton Maldonado is an American high school basketball player and LGBT rights activist, who came to National prominence whe he shared his harrowing tale of intimidation when he came out at a high school basketball game in Kentucky.

In 2015, he was featured as one of the most influential people in the LGBT community by the magazine Out and he was named "Person of the Year" by Outsports. He grew up in Kentucky and became known after coming out after a basketball game. His coming out gained national attention after being featured in Outsports magazine. Maldonado wants to make sure no other teen endures the harassment he received after coming out in December 2014.

Following reports that he had been harassed because of his sexuality by the rival team from Bryan Station High School, both schools were challenged in the press. Both schools said that they had conducted internal investigations and denied any wrongdoing. The Fayette County Public Schools administration's investigation concluded that the event "was inaccurately reported and mischaracterized" by media.

After coming out, Maldonado's picture was left out of the two-page spread that commemorated his basketball team in his senior yearbook. In addition to the team photo, there were individual call-outs for every member of the team except Maldonado. His school, Betsy Layne High School, claimed that the omission was accidental and that the school district "holistically supports Dalton Maldonado just as we do all our students". They point out that the book includes 15 photos of Maldonado, including many that show him playing basketball.

Maldonado has a fragrance released by Xyrena called Formula 3, sales of which will support the LGBT sports organization "You Can Play". Fragrance industry analysts Basenotes claim that this is "the first signature fragrance from an openly gay athlete".

Maldonado was invited to speak at The Atlantic's inaugural LGBT summit in Washington D.C. in December 2015, aiming to "convene wide-ranging conversations on queer identity in America, at the end of a game-changing year in arenas from politics to pop culture".

1997 – Portugal's first Gay and Lesbian Community Centre opened in Lisbon.