"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
You might be familiar with the fact that in the original versions of chess — the Persian hatranj and the Indian chaturanga — the overpowered omnipotent Queen was respectively the ferz, the counsellor, and the mantri, the general. Go figure, you might think.
What you might be less familiar with is that originally all the queens we didn’t have in chess were poured into checkers.
It’s what we’re looking at today on my Patreon, as two of my main characters are playing this game back in 1522.
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Singing for the Goddess: the Queer Voices of Inanna’s Gala Priests Long before modern notions of gender came into form, the streets of ancient Sumer — in what is now southern Iraq — roamed with people whose identities didn’t feel the need to toe the
I’ve been posting a little more on the topic lately, especially on Instagram, and some of you asked that question, especially from overseas: why on earth do I follow an American Football Club, and in what capacity? It’s a legit question. My significant otter had
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