Taught from their cradle-bed to know The bitter tutelage of wo, No idle fears in their bosoms glow, But pride and wrath in their dark eyes glance, As they lift their martyr'd fathers' lance.

I do cocaine.

While aces and aros can often be a misunderstood demographic in the queer community and outside of it, information about our identities is making its way into more conversations.

One saint's day in mid-term a certain newly appointed suffragan-bishop came to the school chapel, and there preached on “The Inner Life.” He at once secured attention by his informal method, and when presently the coughing of Jarvis […] interrupted the sermon, he altogether captivated his audience with a remark about cough lozenges being cheap and easily procurable.