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You know, I don't think I'll ever get over how that one post I made about women as knights in history, made it all the way to Reddit only for a bunch of redditors to argue that women couldn't actually be knights because:
- "the term is gendered" (it's not, and feminine equivalents were sometimes created specifically for the purpose)
- "they didn't actually do things as knights" (who didn't? The Hatchet women fought the Moors. A few other Orders had women as masters of arms. Both martial and formal examples)
...and a few other reasons that come down to "I don't like imagining my manly men in steel had women in their ranks, girls have cooties".
And the reason I say this is because recently, Wikipedia updated their page on "Knight", specifically adding a section about women with the title of knighthood, and what function they performed. And I know: "Wikipedia is not an academic source"--but every academic institution will accept the sources and articles used to back up wikipages, which confirm what has been said.
The gendered versions of 'knight' come from Romance languages, and literally just change the word to fit the gender of the subject (within a binary). So it isn't like English, where a female knight has always been a 'Dame', but, using Spain as an example, the word for Knight in Spanish is 'Cabellero'. This is the default masculine.
The feminine word for Knight? 'Cabellera'.
Similarly in French: "Chevalier" becomes "Chevaliére".
In Italian, "Cavaliere" becomes "Cavaliera".
Outside of Romance languages, "knight" is just a title for a social rank, so even the English Dame is by default a knight by rank, but may not have the title (although not impossible).
So it's not a silly infantilisation, than using a word for the knightly class and gendering it in a binary, which means we can actually tell that, yes, women as knights existed, enough that the feminine form of the word pops up now and then, so we know it existed.
Just a note about translations and ... well, patriarchal bullshit.
When you say "Hatchet women fought the Moors" I was like "hey, that seems to be part of my local history, how have I never heard about it?", and when I googled it ... I actually have heard about it, it's the Orden del Hacha from Catalonia (Orde de l'Atxa in the original Catalan). But ... there's something odd going on. Why the fuck in English they have translated like "Order or the hatchet"? You know, in Spanish and Catalan there's no really a difference between "Axe" and "Hatchet": There's a single word for them, "Hacha/Atxa". But in English, there's a difference. A Hatchet is a hand axe, pretty much the smallest one you can think of:
So It's pretty remarkable that whoever translated the name of the order to english first decided to use "Hatchet" and not "Axe". I'm pretty sure if this was a order of men warriors the name would have been pretty different. Specially when THIS was their coat of arms:
So dear academic-who-translated-this-first: Does that look like a hatchet to you, motherfucker?!?!?
“I don’t like this song because I can’t relate to it” skill issue. I’m mad at my husband I love my girlfriend I’m a lone cowboy I’m growing old I’m growing up I’m depressed I love my friends I’m perpetually horny I’m drunk at the club I love my husband again
lying on the cold, wet tiled bench i sense him slide over to me, a sturdy hand tangling tenderly into my wet hair. steam is filling my lungs, forcing heavy breath out of my chest, which he lies his other hand on. i look up at him. sweetly and sensually he’s looking down at me, his eyes drearily following the slow motion of his hand dragging against my skin. he’s got a stupid smile and i know what he wants.
the room is private but the building is not. we both know i am notoriously noisy, but he’s still staring at me with his huge pupils through hooded eyes - swiping just the tips of his fingers over my bare, damp lips, sending cooling shocks up my spine. he leans down close to me while simultaneously lifting my head up by the nape of my neck. situated in his grasp, he kisses me. gingerly pressing his lips to mine, his breath blowing some of the steam out from my lungs.
i breathe him in slowly, licking his lips and dancing our tongues together. he feels so soft and warm and tastes just how he always does, but i just can’t get enough. his scent and the steam and his touch surround all my senses. i sigh happily into his mouth, with it a girlish moan that vibrates our lips. his hand presses heavier into my abdomen, fingers inching deeper between my thighs, making me squirm. i can’t help but worm around on the wet bench, craving more of his touch on every centimeter of my skin.
finally, his fingers press oh so sweetly against my bud, rippling up my body and out of my mouth, loud enough to echo over the steamers. his lips rip away from mine with a huff of flustered laughter. he crooks his neck and puts his cheeky grin right against my ear, a huffy breath painting goosebumps down my neck.
“baby…” his voice rings in my head, vibrating into my brain. “i shouldn’t be doing this, should i?” he trails peckish kisses from my ear to my chest, then pulls back with his goofy smirk to look at me.
the snarky question makes my eyes roll back. of course it’s not a good idea, of course i don’t want you to stop. i don’t answer him, just lean up to reconnect our lips. in doing so, his fingers slip further down my sweet spot, croaking out another squeal from me. he stops abruptly again.
“you’ve gotta stay quiet, princess” he mumbles into my mouth. he knows what he’s doing. and so do i. i can be good for him, ill prove it.
i pinch his cheeks in my hand and pull his jaw to the side so i can speak into his ear, “i’ll be quiet, i promise.”
i press my feet flat onto the bench and roll my hips up into his hand, blowing a trembling breath at him. a low growl escapes his throat and fills my mouth, a warning that i wont listen to. my hands roam around for stability, pulling the ends of his hair and the other gliding around his damp skin, from his chest, to his back and around his stomach and thighs. he just feels so good beneath my touch.
his fingers start to dance around between my thighs, building up the whimpers in the back of my throat. one slips out when he pulls away from our kiss, my teeth immediately clamping down on my bottom lip to keep them contained. he’s still looking at me with those sultry eyes, almost distracting me from the thick digit sliding swiftly inside of me. an eruption of noise threatens to break out of my mouth, my back arching up off the bench and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
my hand clamps tightly around his wrist and an exasperated huff pushes through my lips. suddenly, his free hand creeps up to my face and places it over my mouth. my head gets all fuzzy, every twitch of his fingers creating electric waves through my body. he fits so perfectly inside me, like i was molded just for his hands. he begins to pump in and out of me, and i have to press his hand harder against my mouth to keep myself quiet. muffled whimpers and groans squeak out with every motion. he looks so good above me, focused on his movements and enamored in the moment.
swirling his fingers around my sensitive flesh and hitting every correct spot makes my hips dance with him. reaching my hands up around him to get as close as possible, he turns from the sight of his work to me, keeping a steady, perfect motion with one hand as the other surrounds me in his grasp, snuggling his face into my neck.
harder to keep quiet without the help of his hand, i sink my teeth into his shoulder, earning a sharp groan from him right in my ear. my head is spinning, full of steam and pleasure, and now his words. “that’s it, baby. good girl, stay quiet,” he whispers gleefully, just loud enough for only me to hear.
the praise sinks through my skull and drips like honey over my brain. i am his good girl; it makes my stomach flip when he reminds me. he’s joyously panting in my ear, “gooood girl, sweetheart, you’re doing so good.”
my legs start to shake with every pump of his hand, pounding against my sweet spot over and over. as the pressure in my abdomen increases, i clench around him, earning a hearty chuckle that rattles against my ear drum. i’m squeezing my fists as tight as i can bare, around his wrist and wrapped in his hair, biting my lip in loose attempt to keep my noisy feedback hushed.
i’m completely enamored in euphoria, rattled by the moment. huffing in the heavy, moist air, pleasure racking through my bones and surrounded entirely and wholly by him.
just when it almost becomes to much to bare, his pace starts to dwindle, tenderly swirling sweet circles around my overworked nub. covered in goosebumps, twitching and shaking, the high starts to release. girlish, wheezy moans escape with each exhale against his shoulder. he keeps in slow motion, blowing hot breath onto my damp skin, trailing goosebumps as he glides his lips gently across my chest and up my neck.
“good job, baby,” he kisses the words into my ear, feeling the reverb of every syllable.
he snuggles in close to me when i don’t answer him, his caress softer and loving. my whimpers and moans fade out through the thickness of the steam, surrounding us and only us. i can feel his smile in my neck before he leans up to my face, dragging my attention back down to earth and right into his eyes.
he kisses me softly and sweetly and it feels like a reward. once again, in relentless exhilaration, breathes words into my mouth and through my whole self, “good job.”
setting up a tiny detail in one chapter to pay it off in the next few chapters feels sooo devious like oooh i can't wait to write the small little reference here that 70% of readers will miss but 30% of readers will cheer for
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