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March’s birth flower is the daffodil sometimes generally, sometimes jonquils.

Narcissus is the genus name for daffodils— and narcissus, daffodil, and jonquil are used in gardening to refer to different varieties.

So March and December effectively have the same birth flower. December technically has alternatives but they are *secondary* to narcissus and are only chosen for the month due to the festive association or in the case of poinsettias perhaps also the fact that (in the US) poinsettia day is Dec 12 (the day Poinsett died, although he was born in March and poinsettias are associated with Easter in Spain which sometimes falls in March so they could also easily be a March birth flower! And I don’t know why we would want associations with Poinsett anyway).

You're talking with a cishet man, and the conversation has turned a little bit serious, you're talking about your feelings or maybe your family, and in a moment of really letting your guard down, you tell him something personal. In my experience, this often happens when I come out as gay, which often takes me a few weeks or months after meeting a new person, but I've seen it happen when someone opens up about drug addiction, or their wife cheating on them, or basically anything where you might want the other person to keep it a secret.

In response to this revelation, the strait man immediately gives you verifiable kompromat on himself, as a way of reassuring you that hey, you gave him a big secret he could socially wreck you with, now he will give you one of his, so you're both safe. You were out on a limb, telling him you have a husband, so now he's telling you about the time he committed treason. Now we're even, I can't betray you by gossiping, because you could get me locked up for 20-to-life. Mutually assured destruction.