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What happens when God's people trade prophetic guidance for political power? In this thought-provoking episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Lynne Hilton Wilson dives into 1 Samuel 8–16 to explore Israel's pivotal—and perilous—shift from prophets to kings. As the Israelites demand a king “like all the nations,” the prophet Samuel delivers a sobering warning about what monarchy will bring: oppression, inequality, and a distancing from God. Lynne unpacks Samuel's prophetic counsel and examines why the desire for a king represented more than a political change—it was a spiritual turning point rooted in fear, comparison, and misplaced trust. The episode then follows the rise and fall of King Saul, whose early promise gives way to insecurity, disobedience, and jealousy. As Saul begins to forget God, his fixation on power leads him to see young David as a threat rather than the Lord's anointed. Lynne explores Saul's tragic descent and the tension between divine will and human ambition, highlighting the consequences of choosing earthly authority over spiritual guidance.

Hey HBs! It's the final week of our mid-year break and we're celebrating with the Podiversary episode in which we announced Sabrina as a full-time cohost! Along with M & S, Kimberly Lemming, Alexis the Sword, and Naima Simone joined in to celebrate in style! We've got Hard Limits Watch, Kinks Watch, and Obsessions Watch. Tomorrow we'll be back with Harems and so so so many Would You Rather scenarios! This Friday on PATREON, Sabrina and Mel talk about the rest of season 1 of Age of Attraction from Netflix! The pals were super wrong in our predictions and Mel comes with scalding hot tea from the reunion! Want to support the show? Rate and review us on your favorite podcast app! It super helps the algorithm connect us to new listeners.  Credits: Theme Music: Brittany Pfantz  Art: Author Kate Prior (her newest release MATED TO MY EX is out now!!)  Want to tell us a story, ask about advertising, or anything else? Email: heavingbosomspodcast (at) gmail  Follow our socials:  Instagram @heavingbosoms Tiktok @heaving_bosoms  Facebook group: the Heaving Bosoms Geriatric Friendship Cult The above contains affiliate links, which means that when purchasing through them, the podcast gets a small percentage without costing you a penny more. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Journey into some of the most tender and powerful stories of faith in this moving episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines with Lynne Hilton Wilson. Focusing on the Book of Ruth and the opening chapters of 1 Samuel, Lynne explores the lives of extraordinary covenant women whose loyalty, sacrifice, and trust in God changed the course of Israel's history. At the heart of the episode is Ruth—a Moabite widow whose devotion to her mother-in-law Naomi stands as one of the most beautiful expressions of covenant loyalty in scripture. Lynne unpacks Ruth's courageous choice to leave everything behind, her humble faith as she gleans in the fields, and her eventual redemption through Boaz, the kinsman-redeemer. Together, their story becomes a powerful symbol of belonging, divine providence, and the inclusive reach of God's covenant. The episode also turns to Hannah, a woman of deep sorrow and even deeper faith. Through her heartfelt prayers and unwavering devotion, Hannah becomes the mother of Samuel, one of Israel's greatest prophets. Lynne explores Hannah's covenant with God, her willingness to consecrate her long-awaited son, and the spiritual foundation she provides for Samuel's prophetic calling. With insight and compassion, Lynne weaves these stories together to highlight how women—often overlooked—play central roles in God's unfolding plan. This episode offers a rich, inspiring look at faith, family, redemption, and the quiet strength of covenant discipleship.

Step into one of the most dramatic and complex books of the Old Testament in this powerful episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines with Lynne Hilton Wilson. Exploring the Book of Judges, Lynne shines a spotlight on the remarkable—and often misunderstood—women who shaped Israel's turbulent journey between conquest and kingship. This episode highlights the extraordinary story of Deborah, a prophetess and the only female judge in the biblical record, whose leadership, wisdom, and faith guided Israel to victory. Lynne unpacks what Deborah's role reveals about women, authority, and covenant relationships with God in ancient Israel. The discussion then turns to one of the most famous—and tragic—stories in scripture: Samson and Delilah. Was Delilah simply a villain, or is there more beneath the surface? Lynne examines the cultural, political, and personal dynamics at play, offering fresh insights into this complex narrative. With her signature depth and clarity, Lynne invites viewers to reconsider familiar stories and discover how women in the Book of Judges navigated power, faith, and survival in a chaotic world. This episode is a must-watch for anyone interested in the role of women in scripture and the deeper meanings behind these unforgettable biblical accounts. Thank you for joining us at Scripture Central! We hope that you have enjoyed this content.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Dr. Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the powerful women and pivotal covenant moments found in the book of Joshua. As the children of Israel finally cross the Jordan River and enter the Promised Land under Joshua's leadership, we witness the fulfillment of promises made generations earlier. From the miraculous crossing of the Jordan to the dramatic fall of Jericho's walls, this episode highlights how faith, obedience, and covenant loyalty shaped Israel's destiny. A special focus is placed on Rahab, one of the most surprising and courageous women in the Old Testament. Though known as Rahab the harlot, her story becomes one of redemption, faith, and divine protection as she risks everything to shelter Israelite spies and align herself with the God of Israel. Dr. Wilson examines Rahab's remarkable transformation from outsider to covenant participant and discusses her lasting legacy in scripture. Join us as we uncover how women like Rahab played essential roles in God's unfolding covenant story and what their examples teach us today.

Step into the world of the Old Testament with Lynne Hilton Wilson as she uncovers the powerful, complex, and often overlooked stories of women during one of Israel's most transformative eras. In this episode, we follow the Israelites as they prepare to enter the Promised Land—a moment filled with hope, covenant renewal, and profound social restructuring. But beneath the surface, what did this transition mean for women? From wives and mothers to servants and slaves, Lynne explores how women navigated a shifting religious and cultural landscape, revealing both their resilience and the limitations placed upon them. This episode also takes a thoughtful look at the theological tone of Deuteronomy compared to the earlier Books of Moses. Why does Deuteronomy seem to centralize worship and, in some ways, move away from earlier temple-oriented practices? How might these shifts have impacted women's roles in covenant life and sacred spaces? With insight and clarity, Lynne highlights how scriptural developments can both elevate and restrict, offering a nuanced perspective on faith, law, and the lived experiences of women in ancient Israel. This is a conversation that will deepen your understanding of scripture—and challenge you to see it in a whole new way.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the book of Numbers through the often-overlooked experiences of women in the wilderness journey of Israel. Set against a backdrop of wandering, testing, and covenant renewal, this episode highlights how women were not only present but deeply woven into the spiritual life of the covenant community. From moments of devotion and faith to instances of struggle and consequence, their stories reveal how God's promises and expectations extended to all His children. Listeners will gain fresh insight into how women participated in sacred rituals, upheld family and communal faith, and experienced both the blessings and responsibilities of living in covenant with God. At the same time, this episode does not shy away from the challenges these women faced—uncertainty, displacement, societal limitations, and the consequences of disobedience. Through careful scriptural analysis, Lynne examines how these experiences reflect broader themes of trust, obedience, and divine mercy. Ultimately, the episode invites viewers to see the book of Numbers not just as a record of wandering, but as a powerful testament to God's enduring relationship with His people—including the faithful women whose lives exemplify both the struggles and the sacred blessings of covenant discipleship.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, host Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the powerful and often overlooked contributions of women during one of the most sacred building projects in scripture—the construction of the Tabernacle. Focusing on Exodus chapters 35–40 and key passages in Leviticus, this episode highlights how covenant communities are built not only through priesthood leadership, but through the faithful offerings, craftsmanship, and devotion of both men and women. From spinning fine linen to offering precious materials, the women of Israel played a vital role in creating a holy space where God could dwell among His people. Dr. Wilson also dives into the meaning behind the Tabernacle's sacred design, the holiness of the spaces within it, and how these patterns point to deeper spiritual truths found in temple worship. With thoughtful insight, she connects the ancient world to modern discipleship, emphasizing how women's service, sacrifice, and spiritual power have always been central to God's work. This episode invites viewers to see the Tabernacle not just as a structure, but as a symbol of unity, holiness, and the divine potential within each of us.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores Exodus 19–34, a pivotal moment when the children of Israel leave Egypt behind and begin the sacred process of preparing to enter into the presence of the Lord. At Mount Sinai, the covenant relationship between God and His people is established with power, instruction, and divine manifestation. While the narrative often centers on Moses, this episode highlights the vital—though sometimes less visible—role of women among the Israelites as they participate in spiritual preparation, covenant making, and community sanctification. Their faith, obedience, and daily devotion become essential threads in Israel's readiness to meet God. As the people consecrate themselves, receive the Ten Commandments, and witness both divine glory and human failure—including the incident of the golden calf—this episode draws attention to the spiritual lessons embedded in their journey. Women, as keepers of homes, teachers of faith, and participants in covenant life, help shape a culture striving (and sometimes struggling) to become holy. Lynne invites viewers to consider what it means to prepare to enter the presence of the Lord today, emphasizing that holiness is a communal effort requiring both men and women to act in faith, repent when needed, and remain steadfast in their covenants. Please leave a comment below with your thoughts and insights regarding this video, and please consider subscribing to this channel and visiting our website for more content like this: https://scripturecentral.org/

Petit poisson deviendra... pinnipède ! Après une série dédiée aux manchots, nous partons à la rencontre de ces mammifères marins moustachus et aux pattes en forme de pagaie, à nouveau en compagnie de Mathilde Chevallay.Mathilde est docteure en biologie marine, vulgarisatrice scientifique et photographe animalière. Spécialiste des comportements de prédation des Otaries à fourrure, des Éléphants de mer du Sud et des Manchots royaux, elle a pu les rencontrer au sein d'immenses colonies lors d'expéditions menées aux Îles Kerguelen, juste au dessus de l'Antarctique.Focus aujourd'hui sur un autre sujet au sujet des Pinnipèdes presque aussi passionnant que la nourriture : la reproduction et les bébés !La saison des amours chez les phoques, otaries et morses varie fortement selon les espèces : certaines sont monogames tandis que d'autres vivent en harem, certains mâles draguent les femelles en paradant devant elles tandis que d'autres se les chamaillent à coup de dents et corps contre corps lors d'affrontements spectaculaires (c'est le cas notamment des Éléphants de mer).Le soin aux jeunes est également extrêmement varié : chez les Éléphants de mer et les otaries, qui vivent en colonie, les petits se rassemblent dans des sortes de crèches et passent leur temps à jouer ensemble quand ils ne se goinfrent pas du lait de leur maman. De l'autre côté, les dames phoques restantes et les dames morses élèvent leur nourrisson seule, avec un temps de biberonnage très inégal encore une fois entre les différentes espèces : si les Morses allaitent pendant 2 ans (!), les Phoques à capuchon sèvrent et abandonnent ainsi leur bébé au bout de... 4 jours.___

Follow the Israelites through one of the most dramatic turning points in scripture—crossing the Red Sea and entering the wilderness—in this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines with Lynne Hilton Wilson. Covering Exodus 14–18, this episode highlights the faith and leadership of women during moments of both triumph and trial. At the center is Miriam, the prophetess, who leads the women of Israel in joyful praise after the Lord delivers His people from Egypt. With timbrels in hand and voices lifted in song, these women model gratitude, unity, and a deep recognition of God's power in their lives. But the story of these chapters also reminds us that even the faithful can struggle. As the Israelites face hunger, thirst, and uncertainty in the wilderness, murmuring and doubt begin to surface among the people—including their leaders. Miriam's later experience with disobedience and its consequences invites a deeper discussion about accountability, humility, and the refining process of discipleship. Lynne Hilton Wilson explores how these women teach us not only how to rejoice in God's blessings, but also how to navigate moments of weakness with faith, repentance, and renewed devotion.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, host Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the Book of Exodus chapters 7–13, where God's power is revealed through the dramatic plagues that fall upon Egypt. As Moses confronts Pharaoh again and again, the escalating plagues show that the Lord alone rules heaven and earth, giving Pharaoh repeated opportunities to recognize His authority. For the enslaved Israelites, these events must have strengthened their faith as they witnessed the Lord defending His covenant people. Through these miracles, the narrative builds toward the ultimate act of deliverance—the Passover—foreshadowing the saving power of the Lamb of God. While these chapters center on Moses and Pharaoh, this episode also highlights the often-overlooked experiences of women within Israelite homes during these pivotal moments. Israelite mothers played a crucial role in faithfully preparing the Passover meal, marking their doorposts with the lamb's blood, and teaching their children the sacred meaning of the night of deliverance. Their quiet obedience and faith helped preserve the covenant within the family and ensured that the memory of God's saving power would be passed from generation to generation. As Lynne Hilton Wilson explains, these women stand as powerful examples of covenant faith—participating in God's work of redemption within their homes and pointing symbolically to the ultimate sacrifice of Jesus Christ, the Firstborn who delivers all God's children from spiritual bondage.

As the Savior's mortal ministry draws to its sacred climax, the New Testament highlights a devoted group of women whose faith and service quietly shape the final hours of Jesus Christ's life. In the days leading up to the Crucifixion, women appear as faithful disciples who minister with courage and devotion. The Gospels describe a woman in Bethany—identified as Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus—who anoints Jesus with precious ointment, symbolically preparing Him for His burial and demonstrating profound spiritual insight. Other faithful women, including Mary the mother of Jesus and Martha of Bethany, had long served the Savior and supported His ministry. Their acts of hospitality, discipleship, and devotion reflect a pattern of covenant service—women who recognized the Savior and responded with love, generosity, and spiritual sensitivity. At the time of the Crucifixion, when many others had fled in fear, several faithful women remained near the cross, becoming eyewitnesses of the Savior's sacrifice. Among them were Mary the mother of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, Mary the wife of Cleopas, and Salome, along with other devoted disciples who had followed Him from Galilee and ministered to His needs. Their presence reflects remarkable courage and loyalty as they comfort one another and remain close to the Lord in His final mortal moments. These women would later play crucial roles in the sacred events surrounding His burial and Resurrection, preparing spices and returning to the tomb in loving service. From the preparation of the Last Supper to the sorrowful vigil at Golgotha, the women of the New Testament stand as powerful witnesses of Christ—models of faithful discipleship who served, mourned, and ultimately rejoiced in the triumph of their risen Redeemer.

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In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores Exodus 1–6, where the story of Israel shifts from refuge to oppression in Egypt. Centuries after Jacob's family was welcomed during Joseph's lifetime, their descendants had grown into a large and thriving people. A new Pharaoh, fearing their numbers, subjected the Israelites to harsh bondage. Yet even in this dark moment, the narrative highlights the courage and faith of remarkable women who quietly but powerfully advance God's purposes. The Hebrew midwives Shiphrah and Puah refuse Pharaoh's command to kill newborn Hebrew boys, choosing reverence for God over obedience to an unjust ruler. Their bravery becomes the first act of resistance in the Exodus story, demonstrating how faithful women can stand as protectors of life and covenant. The account then centers on the women who preserve the life of the infant Moses—Jochebed, his faithful mother who entrusts him to the Lord; Miriam, his watchful sister who helps ensure his safety; and Pharaoh's daughter, whose compassion leads her to rescue and adopt the Hebrew child. In these opening chapters of Exodus, women act with moral courage, compassion, and spiritual insight, preparing the way for Israel's deliverance. As God begins to raise up Moses to lead His covenant people, these heroines remind us that divine work often begins through quiet acts of faith. For Latter-day Saint readers, their stories testify that obedience to God—especially in moments of risk—invites His protection and moves His covenant purposes forward.

In this compelling installment of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Dr. Lynne Hilton Wilson continues her illuminating walk through the later chapters of Genesis (42–50), bringing to life the women and cultural dynamics woven through the final act of the Joseph narrative. Viewers will hear fresh insights about the ancient Egyptian world where Hebrew women—unlike in many neighboring societies—could own property, manage legal affairs, and exercise a surprising degree of autonomy in family life and commerce in some contexts—setting the stage for understanding how Jacob's family navigated life in Egypt's Delta. Drawing on historical and cultural sources, Dr. Wilson highlights how these social realities shaped the experiences of Israelite women in a foreign land. This video also explores Jacob's visit to Pharaoh in Genesis 47, a moment that underscores the dramatic rise of Joseph's family from famine refugees to honored guests in Egypt's royal court, with Jacob himself offering blessings and receiving respect from the king. We also meet Serah, the daughter (or granddaughter) of Asher, whose brief biblical mention belies a rich later tradition about her role in preserving family memory and legacy in the land of Egypt. Plus, Dr. Wilson ties in recent archaeological work in the Goshen region (Tell el-Dab'a)—ancient Avaris—where excavations reveal a thriving Semitic city in the Nile Delta that may illuminate the cultural backdrop of Israel's settlement in Egypt and offer tangible context for the stories we read in Genesis.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the rich and often complicated stories of women in Genesis 37–41, shining a thoughtful Latter-day Saint lens on narratives that are frequently overshadowed by the story of Joseph. Dr. Wilson brings depth and cultural insight to the account of Dinah, whose story in Genesis 34 echoes into the later family tensions surrounding Joseph; Tamar, whose courageous and calculated actions in Genesis 38 preserve covenant lineage; and Potiphar's wife, a powerful yet unnamed Egyptian woman whose encounter with Joseph in Genesis 39 raises questions about power, agency, morality, and voice. With careful attention to ancient Near Eastern context and covenant theology, this episode highlights how these women—whether victims, heroines, or antagonists—play essential roles in moving the Abrahamic story forward. Dr. Wilson invites viewers to look beyond surface readings and consider issues of honor, inheritance, justice, and faith in a patriarchal world. As Joseph rises from slavery to leadership in Egypt, the stories of these women remind us that God's purposes unfold through complex human experiences—and that even the most difficult narratives in Genesis offer profound spiritual lessons for modern disciples.

In this episode, Dr. Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the rich Old Testament narratives surrounding the matriarchs of Israel, highlighting the faith, courage, and covenant loyalty of women in the Jacob cycle. Beginning with the well-known scene of Rebekah's generosity in Book of Genesis—where she offers water not only to Abraham's servant but to his camels—Dr. Wilson connects this act of selfless service to the covenant marriages that shape the house of Israel. The story then moves to Rachel and Leah, daughters of Laban, whose lives intertwine with Jacob's through love, deception, longing, and divine promise. Through their marriages, and through the faithful contributions of Zilpah and Bilhah, the foundations of the twelve tribes are laid. Dr. Wilson carefully examines the births of Gad and Asher through Zilpah, Leah's handmaid, and reflects on the complex family dynamics that shaped Jacob's household. She also addresses the wives of Esau and the contrasting covenant paths chosen by Jacob and his brother. With insight drawn from ancient context and Latter-day Saint theology, this episode brings forward the voices of these often-overlooked women—Rachel, Leah, Zilpah, Bilhah, Rebekah, and Esau's wives—showing how their choices, sacrifices, and faith played a central role in God's covenant story. Thank you for joining us at Scripture Central! We hope that you have enjoyed this content.

Genesis 18–23 highlights several remarkable women whose stories, read through an LDS lens, reveal faith, covenant, and the quiet influence of righteous women in God's plan. Sarah stands at the center: in Genesis 18 she hears the promise that she will bear a son in her old age and initially laughs, a deeply human reaction that the Lord gently turns into a lesson about divine power and timing. Latter-day Saints often see in Sarah a model of covenant partnership with Abraham—someone who grows into faith and ultimately receives the miracle promised. Genesis 19 introduces Lot's wife and daughters, whose experiences near the destruction of Sodom show both the dangers of looking back spiritually and the complexity of preserving family in a fallen world. An LDS perspective emphasizes agency and accountability, while also recognizing the difficult circumstances these women faced. Genesis 20–23 continues to show how women are woven into the covenant story. Sarah's protection in foreign courts underscores the Lord's watchful care over covenant mothers through whom promises flow. Her eventual joy in Isaac's birth (Genesis 21) fulfills God's word and highlights the doctrine that nothing is impossible for the Lord. Hagar and her son Ishmael are also remembered compassionately in Latter-day Saint thought: though separated from Abraham's household, they are seen as recipients of God's mercy and promises. Finally, Sarah's death in Genesis 23 is treated with great honor, showing her importance as a matriarch in Israel. Altogether, these chapters present women not as side characters but as vital participants in the Abrahamic covenant, whose faith, struggles, and divine encounters still teach modern disciples about trust in God's promises.

Genesis 18–23 highlights several remarkable women whose stories, read through an LDS lens, reveal faith, covenant, and the quiet influence of righteous women in God's plan. Sarah stands at the center: in Genesis 18 she hears the promise that she will bear a son in her old age and initially laughs, a deeply human reaction that the Lord gently turns into a lesson about divine power and timing. Latter-day Saints often see in Sarah a model of covenant partnership with Abraham—someone who grows into faith and ultimately receives the miracle promised. Genesis 19 introduces Lot's wife and daughters, whose experiences near the destruction of Sodom show both the dangers of looking back spiritually and the complexity of preserving family in a fallen world. An LDS perspective emphasizes agency and accountability, while also recognizing the difficult circumstances these women faced. Genesis 20–23 continues to show how women are woven into the covenant story. Sarah's protection in foreign courts underscores the Lord's watchful care over covenant mothers through whom promises flow. Her eventual joy in Isaac's birth (Genesis 21) fulfills God's word and highlights the doctrine that nothing is impossible for the Lord. Hagar and her son Ishmael are also remembered compassionately in Latter-day Saint thought: though separated from Abraham's household, they are seen as recipients of God's mercy and promises. Finally, Sarah's death in Genesis 23 is treated with great honor, showing her importance as a matriarch in Israel. Altogether, these chapters present women not as side characters but as vital participants in the Abrahamic covenant, whose faith, struggles, and divine encounters still teach modern disciples about trust in God's promises.

In this episode, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the stories of faithful women in the Old Testament who demonstrated deep obedience, covenant loyalty, and unwavering trust in God—even when their discipleship required real sacrifice. Through an LDS lens, she highlights how women were vital participants in God's covenant work, not merely background figures. Their lives show that faith in the Lord often requires courage, patience, and a willingness to place divine promises above personal comfort or social expectations. A special focus is given to Sarah in Genesis 12 and the Book of Abraham, following the journey she and Abraham make to Egypt during a time of famine. There, they encounter serious danger as Abraham fears for his life because of Sarah's beauty, leading to complex moral and spiritual tests. From an LDS perspective, Sarah's faith, unity with Abraham, and trust in God's protection reveal a woman deeply committed to the covenant path. Her story—marked by risk, displacement, and divine deliverance—invites viewers to appreciate the spiritual strength of covenant women and to see how their examples still guide Latter-day Saints striving to live faithfully today.

In this episode, we dive into Moses chapter 8 and Genesis 6–11, exploring the powerful stories surrounding Noah, the Flood, and the Tower of Babel through a Latter-day Saint lens. These chapters highlight a world struggling with increasing wickedness, yet still touched by prophetic warnings, covenants, and divine mercy. Viewers will gain insight into how the Joseph Smith Translation in the book of Moses expands the biblical account, especially in emphasizing the role of preaching, repentance, and moral agency before the Flood. The discussion connects these ancient events to modern discipleship, asking what it means to remain faithful in a corrupt society. Special attention is given to the women mentioned or implied in these chapters—such as the “daughters of men” in Genesis 6, Noah's wife, and the wives of his sons—who are often overlooked but are essential to the story of preservation and covenant continuity. Their presence reminds us that families, marriages, and righteous women were central to God's plan to carry humanity forward after the Flood. By noticing these women in the text, this episode invites viewers to read more carefully and see how both men and women participate in God's work across generations, helping build a bridge from the world before the Flood to the renewed world that followed.

Why do Bible translations matter? In this video, LDS scholar Lynne Hilton Wilson explains how understanding different Bible translations can deepen scripture study, clarify meaning, and strengthen faith in Jesus Christ. Learn how language, culture, and history shape the biblical text—and why thoughtful comparison of translations can enrich both personal study and classroom learning.

Moses chapter 7 centers on the rise of the City of Enoch, a people who learned to build Zion by becoming “of one heart and one mind,” dwelling in righteousness, and caring deeply for one another. Under Enoch's prophetic leadership, the people rejected violence, pride, and inequality, choosing instead to live the law of consecration so fully that there were “no poor among them.” Their society was marked not only by moral purity but by profound compassion—so much so that the Lord Himself wept over the suffering and wickedness of the world. In contrast to the surrounding nations, Zion stood as a covenant community defined by love, justice, and unity with God. The chapter also teaches that Zion is not merely a place, but a condition of the heart that any people can strive to achieve. Moses 7 makes clear that Zion is built through repentance, obedience, humility, and collective commitment to God's ways. As Enoch's people aligned their lives with heaven, they became sanctified and were ultimately taken into God's presence, symbolizing the destiny of a truly Zion-like society. For modern readers, the City of Enoch becomes both a model and an invitation: Zion is achieved when individuals and communities choose righteousness, unity, and selfless care for the vulnerable, preparing the world—and themselves—for the return of the Lord.

Genesis chapter 5 and Moses chapter 6 take us into the earliest generations of God's covenant people, tracing the lineage from Adam through Enoch and revealing why these names matter far more than a list of ages and ancestors. In this video, Dr. Lynne Hilton Wilson explains how these chapters preserve temple-centered themes of covenant, posterity, and divine identity. Genesis 5 quietly emphasizes continuity—life, death, and faith passed from one generation to the next—while Moses 6 expands the story, restoring prophetic voices, priesthood authority, and the doctrine that humans are literal children of God. Together, these texts teach that genealogy in scripture is theology: it shows how God works through families to move His plan forward. Dr. Wilson also highlights Moses 6 as a powerful doctrinal restoration that deepens our understanding of repentance, baptism, and spiritual rebirth. Through the ministry of Enoch and the teachings given to Adam, we learn that salvation comes through Jesus Christ, that hearts can be changed, and that Zion is built when people choose righteousness in a fallen world. This video helps viewers see how the Joseph Smith Translation clarifies missing or obscured truths, transforming familiar passages into a compelling invitation to walk with God—just as Enoch did—and to claim our own place in God's eternal family.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems, and Heroines: Find Their Messiah in the Old Testament, Lynne Hilton Wilson explores the Fall of Adam and Eve through the lens of Moses 4 and Genesis 3, highlighting how careful attention to language, context, and covenant reveals Jesus Christ at the center of the story. Rather than portraying Eve as reckless or malicious, Dr. Wilson explains that the Hebrew text suggests growth, perception, and timing—Eve sought wisdom, but before the appointed time and outside the proper divine order. The Fall is shown not simply as a mistake, but as a necessary step in humanity's journey toward knowledge, accountability, and ultimately redemption. Dr. Wilson emphasizes the profound symbolism of nakedness and covering, teaching that Adam and Eve's attempt to clothe themselves with fig leaves represents human self-reliance, while God's gift of coats of skins represents divine atonement. The Hebrew concept of kaffar, meaning “covering,” points directly to Christ's role in covering humanity's sin and vulnerability. The Lord's questions—“Where goest thou?”—underscore that disobedience moves us away from God, yet His response is still merciful, structured around accountability, repentance, and hope rather than abandonment. Ultimately, this lesson reframes the banishment from Eden as an act of mercy, not punishment. By preventing Adam and Eve from partaking of the tree of life too soon, God ensures they have time to repent and be spiritually prepared. Throughout the narrative, Christ emerges as the promised seed who will overcome Satan and restore what was lost. Through scripture that is carefully illuminated and faithfully defended, Lynne Hilton Wilson shows how the stories of the Old Testament—even those involving transgression, sorrow, and consequence—are deeply rooted in the redemptive power of Jesus Christ.

The Creation accounts in Genesis, Moses, and Abraham invite us to reflect on a world that began “without form, and void” and was gradually shaped by divine power into something beautiful and full of life. These scriptures teach that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are creators who work patiently and purposefully, bringing light out of darkness and order out of chaos. That truth offers hope in our own lives: when things feel empty or disorganized, God is still at work. Being created in His image means we have divine potential—to grow, to change, and ultimately to become more like Him. These Creation stories also help us better understand who God is and who we are. They testify that we are made in God's likeness, male and female, and that our bodies are sacred gifts. This knowledge shapes how we see ourselves and others, especially when we struggle with self-doubt or negative messages from the world. Rather than suggesting that we are already finished or perfect, the scriptures teach that God's creative work in us continues. Through humility and grace, weaknesses can become strengths, and we can be refined into who God intends us to be. Finally, the Creation narrative teaches us about sacred relationships and responsibilities. Marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and central to His plan, and we are entrusted with the stewardship of the earth and all living things. God also set apart the Sabbath day as holy—a time for rest, worship, and renewal. Together, these truths remind us that creation is not just a past event, but an ongoing invitation to live with reverence, gratitude, and purpose as we care for God's creations and honor the divine image within ourselves.

In this episode of Handmaidens, Harems and Heroines, we explore two of the most expansive and identity-shaping chapters in all of scripture: Moses chapter 1 and Abraham chapter 3. Together, these chapters lift our eyes beyond the mortal world and remind us who we really are—and why we are here. Beginning with Moses 1, we witness a powerful confrontation between Moses and Satan. This chapter teaches how spiritual clarity comes from knowing our divine identity as children of God, and how that knowledge gives us strength to resist the temptations, deceptions, and counterfeits of the adversary. Moses's declaration—“I am a son of God”—becomes a model for discipleship in a world filled with competing voices. Turning to Abraham 3, we are invited into a grand vision of the cosmos and the premortal life. Abraham learns of intelligences, divine order, and God's eternal plan—revealing that we existed before this life and were chosen to participate in God's great work. These verses help us see mortality not as an accident, but as a purposeful step in a loving, eternal design. Together, Moses 1 and Abraham 3 testify of the work and glory of God: to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of His children. This study encourages faith, spiritual courage, and a deeper sense of divine belonging—reminding us that knowing who we are changes how we live.

Join Lynne Hilton Wilson for an inspiring journey through the Old Testament, centered on Jesus Christ as the promised Messiah. For many, approaching the Old Testament can bring mixed emotions—eagerness, uncertainty, even apprehension. As one of the oldest collections of sacred writings in the world, its ancient cultures and stories can feel distant or unfamiliar. Yet within these pages are deeply recognizable human experiences and powerful gospel truths. In this video, Lynne Hilton Wilson helps viewers see how the lives of men and women from the Old Testament point us to Christ. Though their circumstances were different from ours, they knew family joy and conflict, faith and doubt, success and failure. Most importantly, they exercised faith, repented, made covenants, and held fast to the promise of a Savior. As we learn how God moved in their lives, we begin to see how He moves in ours. This episode invites you to rediscover the Old Testament not as a distant or intimidating book, but as a living witness of Jesus Christ, echoing the psalmist's testimony: “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.”

You can't move for people talking about the Roman Empire or the British Empire, but what about the Ottoman Empire?It spanned a huge period of time and at the heart of it was the Royal harem: enslaved women who lived in closed-off servitude to the Sultan.Peaking in the 17th century, who were these women? What were their lives like inside the palace? And why have westerners been particularly fascinated by this part of history?Joining Kate today is Dr Michael Talbot, Professor in the History of the Ottoman Empire and Modern Middle East at University of Greenwich, to help us find out.This episode was edited by Tim Arstall and produced by Stuart Beckwith. The senior producer was Freddy Chick.Sign up to History Hit for hundreds of hours of original documentaries, with a new release every week and ad-free podcasts. Sign up at https://www.historyhit.com/subscribe.  You can take part in our listener survey here.All music from Epidemic Sounds.Betwixt the Sheets: History of Sex, Scandal & Society is a History Hit podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In dieser Folge geht es drunter und drüber: Erst fragen wir uns, wie es sein kann, dass hinsichtlich der kommenden Preiserhöhung des Deutschlandtickets nicht ganz Deutschland auf die Barrikaden geht. Wir lassen den Umgang mit der Berichterstattung um Charlie Kirk Revue passieren und sprechen über eine stärker werdende Polarisierung.Dazu gibt es eine kleine Einleitung in der Causa Wolfgang Maninger, wie viel Dreck er wirklich stecken hat und warum er definitiv kein Professor auf Lebenszeit werden sollte.Und nicht zu vergessen: In dieser Folge lernt ihr die wahre Bedeutung des Wortes "Harem" und dass die oft bekannte Definition ein verquirlter rassistisch, sexistischer Quatsch ist.Uns gibt es jeden ersten Mittwoch im Monat :) Bis zum nächsten Mal folgt uns gerne auf Instagram und Tiktok - @diegefuehltewahrheit heißen wir dort und lasst eine Bewertung da! Danke an @jonasblume_music Unsere Playlist " vino cappuccino & vodka" ⁠⁠ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2uI2d7zCpWAyA8wQ415eEP?si=cc1a54f8494c48ea ⁠⁠Quellen:https://www.tagesschau.de/ausland/amerika/kirk-trauerfeier-100.htmlhttps://www.tagesschau.de/ausland/amerika/attentat-kirk-100.htmlhttps://www.tagesschau.de/ausland/amerika/attentat-kirk-festnahme-102.htmlhttps://www1.wdr.de/mediathek/audio/wdr5/wdr5-toene-texte-bilder-interviews/audio-fall-charlie-kirk-radikale-umdeutungen-102.htmlhttps://www.tagesschau.de/investigativ/mdr/bundespolizeiakademie-professor-100.htmlhttps://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephan_Maningerhttps://fragdenstaat.de/artikel/exklusiv/2022/06/untersuchungsbericht-bundespolizei-polizeiprofessor/https://www.tagesschau.de/eilmeldung/deutschlandticket-preiserhoehung-102.htmlhttps://fragdenstaat.de/artikel/exklusiv/2025/02/professor-mit-rechter-vergangenheit-unterrichtet-wieder/

Königsmord! Wie konnte es im Palast von Ramses III. zu so einem unglaublichen Ereignis kommen? Roxane Bicker und Arnulf Schlüter kommen mit kriminalistischem Spürsinn einer Verschwörung auf die Spur und ordnen das Ereignis in die Umbrüche des Bronzezeit-Kollapses ein.******************************Shownotes:Vortrag zur Harems-Verschwörung: ⁠https://youtu.be/HNz_G_aKDDg⁠Cold Case Ramses III: ⁠https://youtu.be/DSn-pk7KN-A⁠Zusammenbruch der Bronzezeit: ⁠https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zusammenbruch_der_Bronzezeit⁠Eric H. Cline, 1177 v. Chr. - Der erste Untergang der ZivilisationStreik von Deir el-Medineh: ⁠https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streik_von_Deir_el-Medineh⁠#frühgeschichte #antike #ägypten #afrika #nordafrika #museum #kunst #münchen #forschung #geschichte #objekte #ramses #bronzezeit

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

Making Waves, créé au Festival d'Avignon une série de 10 émissions portées cette année par onze jeunes adultes venus de différentes villes de France et du Maroc. Radio Campus France et ses radios adhérentes sont les partenaires de diffusion de cette action. Et comme l'an dernier, l'idée et de faire de ces émissions des espaces de rencontre, de transmission et de mixité : que des jeunes gens venus du Maroc ou de villages du Vaucluse partagent l'antenne avec des jeunes venus des barres d'immeubles de Bobigny ou de Haute-Savoie et qu'ils puissent ensemble, avec leurs mots, leurs sensibilités, leurs propres interrogations et leurs propres utopies s'entretenir avec des artistes, des penseurs, des élus et des associatifs présents au festival. Toutes les émissions ont été produites en direct du Cloitre Saint-Louis à Avignon en prise direct avec le Festival en le 10 et le 20 juillet 2025. Chacune a un thème précis, pas directement lié au festival, mais plutôt lié à des questions de société et donnera à entendre deux à quatre invités. Elles sont également composées de capsules, de coups de fil et de reportages. Une série de dix émissions radios qui donne à la jeunesse les micros, animée en public par de jeunes adultes venus d'Annecy, Avignon, Bobigny, Casablanca, Marrakech, Noisy-le-Sec et Taliouine. https://festival-avignon.com/fr/edition-2025/programmation/making-waves-avignon-2025-352029 PROGRAMMES DES EMISSIONS : UNE RADIO AU FESTIVAL D'AVIGNON… #1 – JE CHERCHE LE FIL DE MON NOMBRIL Avec Alison Dechamps, comédienne, et Adama Diop, comédien, pour La Distance et Nabil Wakim, journaliste #2 – LA PAROLE N'EST PAS D'ARGENT, LE SILENCE N'EST PAS D'OR Avec Patrick Boucheron, historien et professeur au Collège de France et Audrey Vernon, comédienne dans Comment traverser les sombres temps et Comment épouser un milliardaire 2 #3 – TES YEUX M'ONT RAPPELÉ À MES JOURS QUI NE SONT PLUS Avec Claire Fretel et Tiphaine Gentilleau, co-créatrices de Les subversives, Compagnie Les filles de Simone et Solal Mariotte, danseur et chorégraphe pour BREL #4 – JE NE M'ABAISSE PAS AUX MARCHES DE TON PALAIS Avec Kubra Khademi, artiste et performeuse afghane pour One's own room Inside Kabul, Milo Rau, metteur en scène et directeur du Festival de Vienne – Wiener Festwochen pour LA LETTRE et Mathilde Schneider, directrice de la communication de l'Agence française de développement #5 – MA PAROLE EST LIBRE Avec Georges Didi-Huberman, philosophe et historien de l'art,Fatiha Keloua-Hachi, députée de Seine-Saint-Denis et présidente de la Commission des affaires culturelles et de l'éducation et Émilie Rousset, metteuse en scène d'Affaires Familiales et directrice du CDN d'Orléans #6 – LE MIROIR BRISÉ Avec Sophie Binet, secrétaire générale de la CGT, Elias Sanbar, historien, poète et essayiste palestinien #7 – PLUS RARE SONT LES ROSES Avec Diane Fogelman, chargée de plaidoyer migrations à Amnesty International, Aurélie Charon, journaliste et metteuse en scène de Radio Live, Karam Al Kafri, ingénieur palestinien syrien et comédien dans Radio Live, Oksana Leuta, fixeuse ukrainienne et comédienne dans Radio Live #8 – LOIN DE VOUS, LES NUITS NE DORMENT PLUS Avec Caroline Gillet, journaliste et Sumaia Sediqi, entrepreneuse réfugiée et militante afghane pour les droits des femmes et à l'éducation pour One's own room Inside Kabul et Amal Ayouch, comédienne dans Harems #9 – LE DON DU VIDE Avec Raphaël Arnault, militant antifasciste et député dans la première circonscription de Vaucluse, Julien Rocha, metteur en scène de FAKE – Microfictions et directeur de la compagnie Le Souffleur de verre, Fanny Caron et Ayoub Kallouchi, comédien et comédienne dans FAKE – Microfictions #10 – OÙ M'EMMÈNES-TU MON FRÉRE ? Avec Samuel Achache, metteur en scène pour Les Incrédules, Thierry Hubert et Charles Desjobert, frères dominicains, Édith Proust, comédienne et Sefa Yeboah, comédien pour Le Soulier de satin.

L'historienne Jocelyne Dakhlia publie Harems et Sultans, son étude monumentale sur la longue histoire des idées occidentales selon lesquelles la culture musulmane impliquerait l'oppression des femmes et le règne de l'arbitraire politique.▶ Soutenez Le Média :

Qui sont les populations qui vivent au sein du harem ? À quelle catégorie sociale appartiennent ces hommes et ces femmes ? Qui peut y entrer, en sortir ? Qui sont ceux qui gouvernent ? Les femmes y sont-elles prisonnières ou esclaves ? Quel est le statut des enfants ? Quelle est la forme hiérarchique, la position et l'utilité de chacune et chacun dans les harems les plus modestes, jusqu'à la maison du sultan ? Pour faire plus ample connaissance avec les habitants des sérails et leur vie quotidienne, Céline Roduit tend son micro à Jocelyne Dakhlia, spécialiste de l'histoire politique du Maghreb et de la Méditerranée, qui a publié "Harems et sultans, genre et despotisme au Maroc et ailleurs du XIVème au XXème siècle" (Editions Anarchasis).

L'image que l'on se fait du harem est d'avantage une carte postale coloniale qu'une réalité. Il est entouré de fantasmes et de clichés parmi lesquels l'exploitation sexuelle systématique des femmes et la figure, souvent totalitaire et despotique, du sultan, des images héritées de la peinture et de la littérature orientaliste. Pour bousculer nos présupposés et nuancer le faux du vrai, Céline Roduit a rencontré Jocelyne Dakhlia, historienne et anthropologue, autrice de "Harems et sultans, genre et despotisme au Maroc et ailleurs du XIVème au XXème siècle" (Editions Anarchasis).

Au Maghreb ou dans l'Empire ottoman, les transitions dynastiques, les renversements politiques ou certains épisodes de crises changent les têtes au pouvoir. Un contexte tendu synonyme pour les harems et leurs habitants de fuite ou de disparition. Que devient-on après le harem ? Est-il possible de quitter le harem en dehors des périodes de crise ? Dans un épisode précédent, nous vous racontions l'histoire de Germain Mouette, né en France au milieu du XVIIème siècle. Il a vingt ans lorsqu'il part à la découverte du nouveau continent américain, mais il n'ira pas si loin : capturé par les pirates de Salé, il est vendu comme esclave, change de propriétaire et de villes plusieurs fois au Maroc. Treize ans plus tard, libéré, il publie le récit de ces années de captivité et notamment l'influence des changements de règne sur la vie des cours sultaniennes et la fuite d'un harem à travers la neige. Jocelyne Dakhlia est historienne et anthropologue. Elle publie "Harems et sultans, genre et despotisme au Maroc et ailleurs du XIVème au XXème siècle" (Editions Anarchasis).

Lorsqu'on imagine un harem, il nous vient le cliché de femmes lascives et à la disposition du plaisir d'un sultan qui les maintient captives. Le harem, c'est parfois cela, mais c'est aussi bien autre chose. Cette semaine, nous allons pousser la porte de ces lieux où se mêlent genre, politique et religion avec Jocelyne Dakhlia, historienne, anthropologue, spécialiste de l'histoire politique du Maghreb et de la Méditerranée, au micro de Céline Roduit. Elle publie "Harems et sultans, genre et despotisme au Maroc et ailleurs du XIVème au XXème siècle" (Editions Anarchasis).

Dans les maisons de sultans, le harem n'échappe pas à la politique. Bien plus ouverts que l'on pourrait l'imaginer, les femmes y agissent. Le harem est un lieu de pouvoir, et donc aussi de contre-pouvoir. Dans ce rouage politique, les femmes jouent un rôle considérable dans les stratégies et les alliances. Elles interviennent comme des agents, "mandatées" par leur groupe d'origine auprès de celui qui gouverne. Jocelyne Dakhlia est historienne et anthropologue. Elle est l'autrice de "Harems et sultans, genre et despotisme au Maroc et ailleurs du XIVème au XXème siècle" (Editions Anarchasis).

Send us a textIn this week's episode please join Matty and Mo as they give a review over the anime High School DXD!!! Harems, boobs, and devils oh my!!! We've watched quite a bit of anime over the last 5 years but this one sure takes the cake on how many times boobs can be seen in the first 2 minutes of the show! Wanna see what we said about the anime?? Listen to the episode!! Join us next week when we review 91 Days!!Support the show

Picture this: you're at the end of a rainbow, and a pot filled with your dearest materialistic desire lies before you. What is in the pot? This week, the boys discuss the most desired things in the anime/gaming circles.Also, Mike's Japan trip draws nearer, Jay reacts to an unimaginable event, Cole's hanging with the boys, and more!Support AniPro:Patreon:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/AniProPodSend us a Mailbag: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://anipropod.com/mailbagUse code "ANIPRO" for $5 off your first #TokyoTreat box through our link: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://tokyotreat.com/?rfsn=7695251.3317fFollow AniPro:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠X :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/AniProPodInstagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/anipropod⁠⁠⁠Discord: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/dV5tMCWvM7Next Reviews:Anime: Umamusume: Pretty Derby → Kids on the SlopeManga: Love BulletTracks:Opening Theme: "Shibuya"Bumper Track: "Upperbound", FIBREMusic licensed by⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ slip.stream⁠⁠Timestamps00:00:00 - Start00:02:40 - WWE Elimination Chamber00:11:37 - Mike's Japan Trip00:24:36 - Cole's Vancouver Trip00:31:32 - Mailbag: Jay's Recommendations00:43:28 - TokyoTreat x Sakuraco AD00:47:01 - Least Acceptable Fandoms00:51:54 - WEEB's Pot of Gold - Home Theatre00:56:20 - A GOOD Berserk Adaptation01:01:06 - Persona 601:06:48 - Harems & Tokyo Ghoul Remake01:12:14 - VR Gaming System & Gold01:18:32 - Real Pokemon & Swords01:25:55 - Cole's Speed Round01:29:44 - Mother 3 & Hunter x Hunter01:33:10 - No Game No Life Season 2

In this episode of Anime Minority Report, hosts Jamie and Guerby tackle the infamous harem trope in isekai anime. Are these fantasy-filled love stories entertaining escapism, or have they crossed into overkill territory? Tune in as they break down the pros, cons, and clichés of this popular genre. The duo also dives into the latest episode of DanDaDan, dissecting the brilliant mix of weirdness and romance that keeps fans coming back for more. From supernatural chaos to heartfelt moments, they unpack what makes this series a standout. Grab your headphones and join the discussion—it's going to get animated!

durée : 00:57:37 - Le Cours de l'histoire - par : Xavier Mauduit, Maïwenn Guiziou - Dans son ouvrage "Harems et sultans", l'historienne Jocelyne Dakhlia interroge le pouvoir politique des femmes royales dans les sociétés islamiques. Un dialogue entre histoire du genre et du politique pour remettre en mouvement les logiques historiques. - réalisation : Thomas Beau - invités : Jocelyne Dakhlia Historienne, directrice d'études à l'EHESS, spécialiste de la Méditerranée musulmane et du Maghreb

This week on Anime Pulse we got solo Joseph, more tales from DC, and the greater harem series of the year. Up first Joseph takes it away by regaling us with day two of his trip to DC, which is day one of his attending Otakon. Then in the industry news, a man who knows kung fu and is inebriated, attacks a spooky ghost. Resulting in a lawsuit. And finally the news has Joseph super happy that he has finally found a harem anime, that is a true harem anime.

Disclosure: We are part of the Amazon Affiliate/LTK Creator programs. We will receive a small commission at no cost if you purchase a book. This post may contain links to purchase books.In this episode, we dive into the world of dark, spicy, new adult romance with author S. Massery. Known for her intense and edgy stories, S. shares insights into her latest book, The Pucking Coach's Daughter (https://amzn.to/3SNA38h), a reverse harem romance that pushes boundaries and explores complex character dynamics. We also discuss her writing process, including how she crafts suspenseful plots and compelling characters, and take a look at her other popular series like the Hockey God Series (https://amzn.to/3AnfKYM) and Sterling Falls (https://amzn.to/4diOh9m). S. shares some of her favorite book recommendations and what readers can expect from her upcoming releases.Other Works by S. Massery:Hockey God Series (https://amzn.to/3AnfKYM): Introduction to Brutal Obsession and its dark, intense storyline.Sterling Falls Series (https://amzn.to/4diOh9m): A gothic romance with Greek mythology influences.DeSantis Mafia Series (https://amzn.to/46HuFt1) and Fallen Royals Series: Insights into her mafia and dark high school bully romances.Books Recommended by S. Massery:The Bargainer Series by Laura Thalassa (https://amzn.to/3WLQwL6)Saint View Psychos Series by Elle Thorpe (https://amzn.to/3SNAcIR)Where to Find Sarah Massery:Website: smassery.comInstagram: @author.smasseryFacebook: @author.smasseryTikTok: @smasseryWhat is Kindle Unlimited?Kindle Unlimited is a monthly membership where you can borrow books to read. There are millions of books to read in the romance, mystery, and thriller genres. New titles are added to the Kindle Unlimited Library every day!Don't have Kindle Unlimited?All of these books are available on Kindle Unlimited. If you don't have an active Kindle Unlimited Membership, go to https://www.whattoreadnextblog.com/ku to check for your best offer!Want to check out more book recommendations?Visit What to Read Next Blog for reader tips, popular books like recommendations, and many more posts. Join our What to Read Next Blog Community to get bonus book...

Do you love reading #smut? Are you a proud member of #spicybooktok? Well this episode will make your bookmark super wet. These aren't your mama's bodice rippers, these are things that might make a porn star blush. Come listen to Vida and Thula talk about what smutty books have made them want to try. From reverse harems to anal play and dirty talk hot enough to burn your panties clear off your body, we cover it all. Find out if they were brave enough to take the leap into steamy fictional waters or if they stayed safely on land dreaming of the fantasy that sounds good on paper but isn't attainable in real life. 

In this nonstandard episode, Gil and Owen are joined by Michael Peterson to talk about how dreadful utilitarianism is, consider some of the offers that folks have made to come guest on the show, and reflect on how deeply unimpressive LLMs are when it comes to actually taking a position. Just having some fun with it! Video of the recording is available to our supporters on Patreon.leftofphilosophy.com | @leftofphilReferences:National Council on Disability, Response to Singer https://ncd.gov/newsroom/04232015münecat, "Sovereign Citizens: Pseudolaw & Disorder":https://youtu.be/KcxZFmKrxR8?si=s3Xu_nH7dS6NkrWdmusic:Vintage Memories by Schematist | https//schematist.bandcamp.comConnect by Astrale | https://go-stream.link/sp-astrale START OVER by HYMN | https://get.slip.stream/g3FFTJ My Space by Overu | https://go-stream.link/sp-overu 

The royal and imperial courts of Asia had complex systems of female hierarchy. The ruler's wives and female relatives were at the top, and a great many other ladies were there to serve them. Similar to the ladies in waiting of European royal courts, these women cared for the rooms and wardrobes of higher ranking women, assist them in hygiene and grooming; and entertain them, keep them company, act as their secretaries and pass on all the latest gossip, crucial to palace intrigue. In Islamic empires, these women were collectively known as the harem. Anglo-phonic historians also use the term Harem or Palace Women to refer to the ladies of the Imperial courts of East Asia. In Christian Europe, Kings were supposed to be faithful to their Queens, but they still got up to plenty of hanky-panky with the court ladies. But in Asia, where polygamy was common practice, all court ladies were available to the monarch for sexual services, and if they took the Emperor's fancy, even the lowest born woman could be promoted to concubine, consort or even Empress. Let's take a look at the evolution, duties, ranks and lives of the Harem and Palace women of the imperial courts of China, Japan and the Ottoman Empire. Join me every Tuesday when I'm Spilling the Tea on History! Check out my Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/lindsayholiday Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100091781568503 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/historyteatimelindsayholiday/ Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@historyteatime Please consider supporting me at https://www.patreon.com/LindsayHoliday and help me make more fascinating episodes! Intro Music: Baroque Coffee House by Doug Maxwell Music: "Bellissimo" by Doug Maxwell #womenshistory #HistoryTeaTime #LindsayHoliday Please contact advertising@airwavemedia.com if you would like to advertise on this podcast. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Did the Ottomans see themselves as the successors to the Roman Empire? Was the Ottoman harem more progressive than others? How tolerant was the Ottoman Empire? And where are the descendants of the Empire today? Listen as William and Anita answer these questions and more in the very last episode in this series on the Ottomans. Sign up to The Knowledge here: www.theknowledge.com/empire/ LRB Empire offer: lrb.me/empire This episode is sponsored by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/empirepod. Twitter: @Empirepoduk Goalhangerpodcasts.com Producer: Callum Hill Exec Producer: Jack Davenport Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices