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La Robe Verte

Inspired by the traditional folk song “La Robe Verte” as well as the song “Les Amants du Saint Laurent,” this story is set in Ville de Québec in the early days of British military occupation of Nouvelle France (Canada) during the Seven Years War (1756-1763). It's not necessary to know the songs at all, but lyrics for the two songs can be read here. (Also, I almost forgot I had written an alternate story about Les Amants several years ago which is here.)

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“Louise, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Margot asked, clasping her friend’s hands in her own. “It’s not safe! Is it?”

“No, it’s not safe, but it’s a matter of life and death! He’s in far more danger than I will be, and I can’t just let him – I can’t let them – ” She could not even say the words, and she had to pause and wipe her eyes. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair and it’s not right.”

Margot returned to the little seat with a clean handkerchief for her. “I know.”

“It’s not even what the judge said, the French judge originally. He was going to send him to the galleys. And then he changed it to a fine. It was a huge fine, but he could have paid it from his share of the family business, and he would have except for his wretched brother making a fuss, and I’m certain it’s just because Pierre-Joseph converted. But now the English judge! He has it all wrong!”

“I know.”

“And he didn’t abduct me, we were going away together to be married!”

“I know, I know.” Margot had heard all of this many times before, but she nodded sympathetically.

“And he didn’t even touch me, not in any improper way. He’s far too sweet and shy. Did I ever tell you about our first kiss?”

“Yes, about a hundred times,” Margot laughed lightly. “He was too shy and you had to ask him for a kiss, and then you ended up kissing him first.”

Some of Louise’s anger faded, and she smiled at the memory. Then Margot continued, cautiously, “And didn’t a midwife even…?”

“No! I told my parents I was willing to let a midwife examine me if that’s what it would take to free him, but they wouldn’t let me. Not even after the English judge took over.” She stopped as she realized she was twisting the handkerchief into a knot, and she paused to smooth it out again. “But I’ve been thinking, maybe they would have let us be married if – you know. Maybe this time, if anything happens, I’ll tell them that I’m pregnant.”

“Louise! You’d lie about that? To your parents, and in court? And even to a midwife?”

“Maybe it wouldn’t have to be a lie.”

“Louise!” Margot was scandalized but intrigued at the same time.

“Well, we’re going to be married anyway! And how can it be a sin if it saves a life? I will do anything I can to hold onto him. We promised each other we’d be together until death.” A shadow passed over her face as she thought of the full implications of that promise. Hopefully death would be far, far in the future, but to make sure of that, there were preparations that she must do now. “Well, I think I’d better go now.”

“Right, I’ll get Simon to saddle the horse for you.”

“Simon’s here now?”

Margot smiled shyly. “Simon is nearly always here. And he’s fond of Pierre-Joseph too so he’s glad to help. Or, at least glad to do anything I tell him to do. You don’t need a sidesaddle? Oh right, of course not. You can take Silène, the gray; he’s a good steady boy and the most recognizable. Oh, I almost forgot! Here, Simon brought you some clothes too. What are you going to wear?”

“My green gown.”

“Good, and here’s my hood too. Or the cloak? Yes, I think the brown cloak will be better. And you’ll go to Trois-Rivières, to Simon’s cousin?”

“Yes, the one who married a protestant too. They won’t think to look for us there. I hope they won’t.”

“Good. And Simon will be waiting at the Porte Saint-Jean to change horses tonight.”

“And what about you? Will you be all right, Margot? The Gagnon name is so prestigious, and your father…”

“Don’t worry about my father. I’ll deny everything, and so he’ll deny it too. I’ll be sure to spend the whole day at home so he’ll have to deny it, though I wish I could be with you.”

“And you’re sure you don’t mind? You could get in trouble if they found out you were lying.”

Margot shook her head. “I can’t let you take all the risk yourself, can I? Not when I can help. Like you said, if it saves a life, I will do it. For you.”

Louise embraced her friend heartily and clasped her in her arms. “Thank you, my dear, dearest friend in the world. I’ll write to you as soon as I can.”

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With trepidation, Louise knocked on the door of the judge’s house and was shown in by an English servant. It was the first time she had actually had to converse with one of the English, and the fool was incomprehensible. She assumed that he was asking her what she wanted, so she said simply “The judge?” hoping that he would at least know what that meant. The man muttered something and gestured for her to follow him. There was a narrow hallway with a few other people who she assumed were also there to speak with the judge, but it did not take long before a man opened a door to summon her.

The preoccupied man whom she presumed to be the judge was seated at a desk covered with papers and books. He was wearing an elegant coat, but she could not tell if it was a military uniform. He grumbled a question in English before looking up and realizing that she was a French woman. He switched to passable but irritated French. “What do you want, mademoiselle?”

“Oh, good Monsieur Judge, I wanted to get your permission to speak with my master in prison. I’m a servant of the Rouffio family, and they sent me to speak to my poor young master Rouffio – “

“Yes, yes, all right,” he snapped, much to her surprise. He spoke sharply to his English clerk who looked equally busy across the room, but he lost patience found a fresh piece of paper to write the note himself. “You want to see a prisoner named Rouffio, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He signed the note and handed it to her. “There, take that to the prison guard. Good day.”

“Oh thank you, sir! Good day.”

Louise clutched the note in triumph, trying to hide her look of delight, but the judge was already busily harrying his clerk over a ledger. Once she was back in the street she examined it, but it was written in English and his handwriting made it even more indecipherable. She saw the name Rouffio, however, and she thought she could read the words “servant” and “master.” She could not believe how simple that had been! She could have visited him sooner and her parents would never have known.

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At the prison she had much the same ease, though the guard outside was a soldier who barely spoke French at all. She asked him to help with her horse, and he pretended not to understand her meaning. He was able to read the note, however, and he brought her inside to speak to another guard, a Canadien like herself who had some English.

“So, Bower here says you’re a servant come to see Rouffio?”

“That’s right.”

“And what’s in there, then?” he asked, prodding the basket on her arm.

“It’s some fresh clothing for my poor young master,” she said, wiping her eyes with her apron. “And there’s a few bottles of brandy. One for you, good sir, if you’ll show me the way!”

His somber face became a smile as she handed him a bottle. “Ah, well! Right this way, mamzelle! Don’t you touch my brandy, Bower. On second thought, better take it with me.” He escorted her and his bottle through the prison up to one of the upper levels. Thankfully he was not a talkative or curious man, and she spent most of their ascent following behind and pretending to cry. Finally, he unlocked a door and called out “Rouffio!”

It was a large, dim, crowded room with most of the occupants on the opposite side where there was rosy violet light slanting in from a few small barred windows. Even with his back to them silhouetted against that sunset light, she recognized Pierre-Joseph immediately. But when he turn towards them at the call of his name, her heart was stung by the look on his face; it was a pitiable mixture of hope and fear at the same time.

“Oh, my poor young master Rouffio!” she cried, rushing to grasp his hands before he could speak. “It’s me, your servant Lucie, remember? Your brothers sent me to beg you one last time to talk to the prie- the preacher. The pastor at the church.” He stared at her in bewildered and speechless delight. Then the jailer, satisfied with his duty, closed the door to wait outside with the bottle of brandy for company.

“Louise!” Pierre-Joseph finally exclaimed in a whisper. “My dear beautiful Louise! What are you doing?”

Still speaking loudly, she added “And I brought some brandy for you and all your friends to share.” An appreciative murmur rose from the other prisoners in the room, and she handed two bottles to the nearest men. The remaining bottle she gave to Pierre-Joseph. “Is there anywhere we can be private?”

He was still staring at her in joy and disbelief, but he quickly steered her to a cell. During the day they were allowed to move about freely in the open room, but this was the cell where he was locked in at night. It was quite dim even with the door open, but he was fumbling to light his precious stub of a candle.

“No, no, leave it.” The darkness would be better. She put her hand on his to stop him, and he pulled it up to his lips. Then he was embracing her, kissing her face all over, and after returning one kiss she had to force herself to pull back, laughing. “I’m supposed to be your servant, Monsieur Rouffio. What will they think?”

He laughed too, though he did not let go of her hand. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe that you’re actually here. I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, or get to say goodbye.”

“It’s not goodbye.” Her tone was now deadly earnest, and he stared at her in eager curiosity, studying her face in the dim light. She picked up the bottle from the floor where he had set it. “Will they give us privacy for a while? Can you ask them?”

He nodded and took the bottle out to the open room where the other prisoners were sharing their brandy. There were a few appreciative cheers of “Rouffio!” as he delivered the fresh bottle to one of the men and he whispered in his ear. The man nodded. After a first swig, the man passed the bottle and started a song which the others quickly joined in singing.

Louise meanwhile unpacked the rest of the contents of her basket and laid them on the narrow wooden cot, as well as her cloak and white linen cap.

“They’ll be busy for a while, I think,” Pierre-Joseph announced as he returned. “What’s all this about? What are these clothes?”

“They’re for me, and some are for you. Take off your jacket and your waistcoat. We’re going to swap.” She had already unpinned her apron and was removing her green gown.

He gaped at her in amazement. Louise, his beloved Louise, was here in the prison on his last night on earth, undressing right in front of him.

“Stop staring, Pierre-Joseph! Take off your things! You can keep your shirt and breeches.”

He obeyed, casting an anxious eye at the door, but he still did not understand. She was clearly not here for a moment of intimacy before his execution. “Why though? What do you mean we’re going to swap?”

She threw her gown on the bed. She was marvelously beautiful just now, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight. She was still wearing her stays, chemise and petticoat, but he was transfixed.

“Waistcoat! Off!” she reminded him. “We’re going to swap so you can leave dressed as me.”

That certainly broke his reverie. “What? But what about you?”

“I’ll stay here dressed as you.”

“No! No, Louise, you can’t stay here! They’ll never believe that you’re me.”

“Exactly! When the time comes, they’ll see that I’m not you, and you’ll be long gone by then, and they’ll have to release me.”

“Or they might just decide to hang you instead!”

She shook her head. “No, out in public for everyone to see? They wouldn’t do that. They wouldn’t dare!”

“You don’t know that! They’re English. There’s no telling what they might do.”

She understood his doubt but her resolve was firm. “It’s worth the risk so you can live and we can be together. Don’t you agree? You would do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course!”

“Then let me do my part. Please, will you do yours?”

He took a deep breath and then nodded. “All right. Yes. I will.”

By now she was removing her other petticoat, and he was astounded to see that she was wearing a boy’s breeches underneath. For a moment the sight drove all other thoughts from his mind.

“Where did you get those?”

“Simon’s little brother.”

“Simon Boulanger? Why is he helping?”

Louise laughed as she fitted herself into petit Boulanger’s shirt. “Because he’s in love with Margot and will do anything to please her. He’s going to meet you at Porte Saint-Jean. I left a horse for you outside, a gray horse to the left of the building, so you can ride there to meet him. Now, petticoat first, this goes over your head, ties around the waist. Can you do up the ties? I need to loosen these laces.”

He moved obediently and allowed her to guide his arms. Even as he dressed, he continued his protest. “I hate the idea of you being here even for one night, with all these men around. Some of them are dangerous, Louise! And if they find out you’re a woman…”

“Well I hate the idea of you being hanged tomorrow,” she countered.

He choked out a rueful laugh. “So do I. I don’t want to die, not when I could be so happy. I want to live, with you. I don’t want to leave you.”

She offered him the sweetest smile and squeezed his hand. “Leave me for just one night, and afterwards we’ll never part again. But tonight I can stay in the cell and I’ll be safe. Don’t they shut you all in your cells at night? I asked a laundress whose husband was here. And also I brought a knife.”

He stared at her once again in astonished admiration. What a woman! She had planned for everything, and she was magnificently charming in her boy’s clothes and his waistcoat which made it difficult to think of arguments.

“Stop staring and put on the other petticoat, hurry.”

“They’ll never believe I’m you,” he mumbled through the layers of fabric as he pulled them over his head.

“They will if you don’t speak. Just pretend to cry and maybe no one will talk to you. Wipe your eyes on your apron, and cover your head with the hood of the cloak, and no one will see your face.”

“And you, don’t you speak to anyone either. Pretend to be sleeping for as long as you can. If you need help, go to that man I gave the brandy to. Did you see him? His name’s Michaut; the others will listen to him. The best guard is one named Roussel, big man with a big white mustache. He said he’d be here tomorrow for the… execution.”

“Roussel, Michaut,” she repeated, nodding. “All right, let’s see if this will fit you now I’ve loosened it.” She helped him into the gown, pinned it in place at the front (with many apologies for pricking his skin) and adjusted the laces at the back. “Your shirt neck, can you tuck it down? I didn’t think about your sleeves either. Well, it can’t be helped. Probably none of the men will notice, and it will be dark soon anyway. Neckerchief, you can tuck that in, now the apron. Sit down and I’ll put on the cap.”

He sat on the edge of the bed while she placed the cap on his head, adjusting the lappets to hide his face. The closeness was more than Pierre-Joseph could bear. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.

“Stop,” she scolded him. “We don’t have time.” But she took a moment to caress his face and kiss him. “We have to hurry, love. Show me how to do these leggings. Don’t stare, show me! You’ll have time to admire my legs later.”

With the leggings in place, she donned his coat and finished with her hair tucked under a woolen cap. Pierre-Joseph tied her cloak around his neck and pulled the hood up onto his head. And then they stood back to look at each other and make final adjustments.

“Well I think you’ll do, though you’re not the most beautiful woman,” Louise sighed, examining her handiwork in the dim light.

“You are.” Pierre-Joseph gazed at her in utter love and admiration. “And you’re far too beautiful for this place. You’re the most beautiful and the bravest woman – the bravest person that I’ve ever known.”

And then they were embracing again until the guard called for her. “Mamzelle, time for all visitors to be out.”

“I’m coming!” she called back, and continued speaking in a loud and weepy voice. “Goodbye, my young Master Rouffio. God have mercy on you.” She kissed Pierre-Joseph’s cheek and whispered, “God bless you. Until tomorrow!”

“Until tomorrow. I love you!” he whispered fervently, squeezed her hand, and then he was gone.

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The night stretched on interminably in Louise’s extremely dark cell, but her every moment inside the prison meant that Pierre-Joseph was safely out of it. She thought that she would never manage to fall asleep in the cold cell with its painfully thin straw mattress on a hard wooden cot, but she was startled awake in the morning by the clanging of keys on metal bars.

“All right, Rouffio, it’s morning.” A large jailer with an impressive white mustache opened the door. “Brought you some fine white bread that Madame Roussel made, special for you since it’s your last breakfast.”

She scrambled to feel that her cap was still on her head, her hair tucked away, and her shirt and waistcoat still closed at the neck. He was already leaving as she sat up on the edge of the bed. “Roussel?”

“Hmm?”

“What time –” She coughed and deepened her voice, pretending to have a rasping sore throat. “What time is it?”

“It’s just gone seven o’clock. You’ve got an hour, my lad. Sure you don’t want a priest?”

She shook her head. Poor Pierre-Joseph. He may have converted in order to marry her, but he did not understand last rites yet. She briefly wondered if she might be safer with a priest present, but she did not think she could carry out a deceit in front of one.

The jailer was leaving when she called for him again. “Roussel?”

“Eh?”

“I need to speak to the judge.”

Roussel’s mustache twitched in a sympathetic grimace. “You’ll see him at the scaffold, lad. He’s not going to listen to last minute pleading. Ah, here’s my good wife.”

A woman! Even better than a priest! Louise stood as the jailer’s wife squeezed past him at the door and came into the cell with a bowl and pitcher. “Poor Monsieur Rouffio, you get yourself washed while the water’s warm.” She set them down and then started with a squeak when Louise grabbed her by the hand.

Roussel rumbled angrily and strode into the cell to knock her hand away, but suddenly both he and his wife could see that this diminutive person standing at the back of the cell was not Pierre-Joseph Rouffio at all.

“Who are you?” the jailer demanded. “Marie, light that candle. Where’s Rouffio?”

“I don’t know. I need to speak to the judge,” Louise repeated, no longer bothering to disguise her voice. “And I think he would probably prefer to speak in private rather than out on the scaffold in public.”

The jailer’s wife held up the candle to peer at her face. “Saints preserve us, he’s just a young boy!” she said quietly.

Roussel stared hard at Louise and finally decided that she was right, the judge was needed here. Let it be a problem for the Englishman.

“I’ll go and send word for the judge,” he finally grumbled. “Come on, Marie.”

Louise once again grabbed the good woman’s hand. “Wait! Madame, will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

The other prisoners had already come out of their cells and were waiting to eat in the open room beyond the cell door. A few were calling for Rouffio to come out and join them for a last meal together. After exchanging glances with her husband, the woman nodded.

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They did not have to wait long before Roussel returned with the judge and his clerk, and by that time Louise had convinced the jailer’s wife of her true sex. She had also washed her face and eaten Pierre-Joseph’s final breakfast. Still holding her hand, Mme. Roussel whispered in her husband’s ear as the other two men waited outside the cell. The clerk began setting up his writing slope at the long table where other prisoners were eating their bread, though many stopped to watch the proceedings with open curiosity. It was not often that a judge came to see a prisoner on the morning of his execution. The judge glanced at the two figures in the back of the cell and rounded on Roussel. “Well, what’s the problem, guard? And this woman, who is she?”

“That’s my wife, sir.” Roussel was at a loss for words, but that question at least he could answer.

“Well? Come out of there, Madame, and you Rouffio, come here.”

The woman began to obey but Louise pulled her back, remaining in the shadows at the back of the cell. “I’d rather not, sir,” she said quietly.

“You’d rather not?” the judge sputtered. “Ridiculous. The guard has said that you have something to tell me that’s extremely urgent. So if you want to speak before you’re hanged, come here, sit down, and tell me.”

The common room had become far too quiet at this point. The other men had stopped pretending to be busy with their food, and every ear was listening.

Louise took a deep breath. It was time. She spoke very quietly. “But sir, you would be wrong to hang a girl in boy’s clothing.”

The silence lasted only a second before the first shocked prisoners whispered the words to their neighbors, who passed it along to the next louder, then louder, until the crescendo broke like a crashing wave of men who were shouting and crowding to the door of the cell to see the spectacle for themselves. Barely ahead of them were the judge and Roussel who bellowed at them to step back, while the poor clerk still sat speechless at the table.

The judge managed to enter the cell and was barking orders in a mixture of English and French. “Guard, let my clerk come here – Gilchrist, get in here! – and shut this door. Is there a light? Gilchrist, strike a light. Can you write in here? I want all of this taken down. Now, prisoner. Prisonnière.” He held the candle up to her face. “If you’re a girl, tell me your name.”

She had been prepared for this. She could hardly admit that she was Louise Cadet, the girl that Pierre-Joseph Rouffio had been condemned for abducting. “My name is Marguerite. Marguerite Gagnon. Perhaps you know of my father, Monsieur Charles Gagnon.”

The judge stared at her in shock, as did Mme. Roussel who told him, “It’s true that she’s a girl, sir, that’s true. And ah, Charles Gagnon! He’s one of the richest men in the city, a very rich merchant with a fine house.”

“Yes I know,” the judge replied testily. Everyone knew the name Charles Gagnon. “So, Mademoiselle Gagnon, why are you here in prison dressed like a boy, and where is prisoner Rouffio?”

“I don’t know sir. I don’t know who that is. I was here last night serving soup with the Ursuline sisters for charity, and I became very dizzy and must have fainted. When I woke up, I was trapped in here and my gown had been stolen. Please, may I go home?”

He stared at her incredulously while the jailer’s wife fussed over her, and then he turned to make sure his clerk was writing it all down.

“Wait – Rouffio. Wasn’t that the name of the man that one woman wanted to speak to yesterday? I wrote her a note.” The judge spoke with the clerk for a moment, but it seemed that the man had no record of the interaction. He turned to Louise. “A woman came to see me asking to see Rouffio. Was that you, Mademoiselle?”

She widened her eyes in sweet innocence. “Oh no, sir. I was at home all day yesterday until supper. You can ask my father.”

Her tale was utterly preposterous but there was no point in detaining an innocent and wealthy girl in the men’s portion of the prison, and he knew where to find her if he needed her again. After a moment of conferring with his clerk, he turned back to her and said “Yes, very well. My carriage will take you home.”

That had not been part of the plan. “Oh, no sir, I’d rather walk,” Louise protested.

“Walk? No, not at all, you mustn’t walk about the streets in those clothes, and there’s already a crowd gathering for the – damn it, Gilchrist, run and tell the warden that Rouffio’s gone missing and there will be no hanging today. I’ll go up and speak to him in a few minutes. Madame, will you find my man and tell him to bring my carriage to the back. Guard, open the door, we’re coming out. Please, mademoiselle, put your coat on.” Still not satisfied with the coverage of her figure, he pulled the blanket from the bed to wrap around her like a cloak, then guided her out of the cell and through the room with his hands on her shoulders like she were a child. He was an imposing figure with his fine coat and stern face and wig, and Louise was glad to have him between herself and all the cheering, laughing and shouting men.

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She managed to persuade the carriage driver to take her to the servants’ entrance at the back of the Gagnon home instead of the front door, and then she had her long walk back in the direction she had just come from. She wished that she could rush inside to see Margot, but she knew that her friend needed to remain above any suspicion.

She was tired and footsore when she at last reached the Place d'Armes, but she smiled to recognize Simon Boulanger, Margot’s admirer still waiting for her in the driver’s seat of a carriage with the curtains drawn closed. She expected it to be empty, and that he would bring her to the appointed meeting place past the city gates, but inside to welcome her was Pierre-Joseph, her own handsome beautiful Pierre-Joseph, freshly bathed, freshly shaved, and dressed in clean but suitably unremarkable gentleman’s clothes. She barely contained a shriek before she threw herself into his arms for a kiss. Simon took this sound as a signal, and the carriage began to move. After perhaps a thousand kisses, Pierre-Joseph leaned back to look at her in the morning light that was peeking through the curtains. He smiled at her and shook his head fondly.

“My dear little boy, my dear Mademoiselle, you are the most beautiful and wondrous woman in the world, but these clothes don’t suit you and they smell! I brought back your green robe. Shall I be your servant, my poor dear young master-mistress, and help you to dress for our wedding?”

#Nouvelle France #les amants #les amants du Saint Laurent #la robe verte #folk songs #Québécois music

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banffcentrelibraryandarchives · 10 months

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Artist Book Display for November 2023. Toiletpaper Volume II: Platinum Collection. Maurizio Cattelan & Pierpaolo Ferrari. Bologna, ITA: Damiani Editore. 2015. Sculls' Angles : A Novel. Michael Miranda. Toronto, ON: Parasitic Ventures Press. 2015.

WYSIWYG: 2004 fall Poetry Colloquium. Regina, SK: Sage Hill Chapbooks. 2004.

Survival: A Strobic Guide. Michael Turner. Vancouver, BC: Canlit Classics in Transition. 1997.

Safety Gear for Small Animals. Bill Burns. New York, NY: 303 Gallery. 1994.

Qaani Lore. J.W. Curry. Toronto, ON: Unfinished Monument Press. 1985.

The Page-Turner's Sister. Jean McKay. Stratford, ON: Trout Lily Press. 1999.

White Shadows. Christian Boltanski. Houston, TX: Bayou Books. 1992.

Pornography in the Urban World. Jean Gagnon; translated by James Boake & Jeanluc Svoboda. Toronto, ON: Art Metropole. 1986.

#artists' books #banff centre #books and libraries #library displays #book art #zines

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arale2126 · 6 months

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Cherik fics - That ONE line - 34

「I love this one so there will be quoteS」

For I Mean to Conquer Troy by twelve_pastels

Summary: Set one year post movie, Charles overloads himself in Cerebro, and his mind goes walkabout; wherever he is (and he’s around), it’s not in his body. Erik temporarily takes over the school in his absence, and finds that there’s little time for resentment or hatred when he’s busy organizing assigned reading for English lit, keeping the youngest children out of trouble, and trying to talk Raven into wearing clothing for the boys’ sake. Somewhere in between taking responsibility for the students and dreaming Charles’ dreams every night, he manages to remember that he’s something rather more than a weapon. In other words: A Love Story between two Gentlemen, told in Prose, Epistles, and Nonsense Rhymes.

The quote:

P.S. Your cook, Mme. Gagnon, thinks me underfed and has taken it upon herself to make me “more the healthy”. I fear that she is fattening me for slaughter – I have heard far too many disturbing tales of the Voyageurs to ever be fully comfortable with a Quebecoise in the house, even if her mastery of a roast chicken is unparalleled. –E.

Suffice to say, Erik now knew why Charles had spiked his tea so liberally with whiskey at the end of the day.

I realized yesterday that I have begun to turn into my Grandfather Wilhelm. I recall very little of him, or I used to before you began to gaily prance about in my mind whenever the fancy took you and stirred up things I thought long locked away. He seemed to use curses and bellowing as his primary forms of communication and had all the subtlety of a bear in a sweets shop. In spite of all that, everyone in the family was perfectly happy leaving the children in his care, and the youngest ones adored him. I spend most of the time shouting at the students, or so it feels, and yet they creep into the library every night to listen to me read. Some of the small ones even insist that I tuck them in.

There is no shame in being born and raised in a low situation, but there is shame in wanting to stay there.

She was a Siamese, cross-eyed and with a voice like an air raid siren, and loathed everyone except for Sean and, oddly enough, Erik. Erik, Morag adored. She followed him around, talking to him; she slept on all his clothes and lovingly shed on them so that he would never be apart from her; and she sat on his lap while he was grading papers, nursing at the cuff of his jacket and drooling as she purred.

Getting Jean interested in any form of literature, especially in the middle of winter when the whole school was bored and fretful, had been akin to teaching a pig to sing. Specifically, it wasted one’s time, and it annoyed the pig.

Look, all I’m saying is that you’re acting less like a ball of psychoses masquerading as a human, and more like the brilliant overprotective manic-obsessive asshole that we all were hoping you’d turn out to be.

#cherik #cherik that one line #happy Erik #loving erik #happy Charles #happy mutant family #did i mention happy Erik #Erik and the kids are cuties #certified dadneto #teaching is so fucking hard i could never #do you know how hard it is to write such riveting slice-of-life #i could never #shares my hc that jean loathes literature #do i believe that charles xavier's death will solve everything #i do #no he doesn't die in this fic #xmfc!cherik

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queermtl · 2 months

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Queer MTL things to do: August 2024

Montréal n'est jamais aussi effervescente que lorsque le Festival Fierté Montréal arrive en ville au mois d'août, agrémentant la saison des festivals d'été d'un éclat arc-en-ciel! Et comme tous les mois, Montréal propose une foule d’événements, de soirées et d’expériences uniques qui font briller toutes les nuances de l’arc-en-ciel LGBTQ+. Entre prestations drag et activités communautaires, festivals bien en vue et événements underground, voici notre sélection des choses les plus gaies à faire dans la ville. Pour rester à l’affût de tout ajout, suivez QueerMTL sur Instagram, X, Facebook et Tumblr! Vous présentez un événement? Écrivez-nous!

✨ Pour connaître la programmation complète du Festival Fierté Montréal 2024, qui se déroule du 1er au 11 août 2024, consultez l'horaire quotidien sur leur site Web et retrouvez nos suggestions triées sur le volet ci-dessous! Les événements officiels de Fierté ont une étincelle à la fin de leur description.

Montréal is never prouder than when Fierté / Pride comes to town in August, punctuating summer festival season with a rainbow flourish! And like every month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

✨ For a full line-up of Fierté Montréal Festival 2024, which runs from August 1 to 11, 2024, check the daily schedule on their website and find our handpicked suggestions below! These official Fierté events feature a sparkle at the end of the listing.

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🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue

Jeudi 1 août / Thursday, August 1

📚 Literary Pride presents Queer Académie: The Finals, Théâtre La Comédie de Montréal ✨ 👯‍♀️ SUPERNATURE Fierté Edition waacking battle with Aleera, Flame, Kiddy Smile, Moodz, Munezero, NGL Flounce, Paolo Askia and Prince D.-Serious, Le Club Soda ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Barbecue Saint-Michel en couleurs, Parc François-Perrault ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Gay Speed Dating—PRIDE Edition, Pastel Rita 👑 Afro Drag with Aizysse Baga, Bébé Elle, BiG SiSSY, Ekitwanda, Ellisim, Envy the Clown, Kuntiana, Manny Dingo and Sahira Q, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Derek Wood presents Un affaire de Famille with Miss Behave, Mike Oxlong, Ben Addiction and Blueberry Moore, Cabaret Mado

Vendredi 2 août / Friday, August 2

🎥 Les Archives gaies du Québec present the AIDS in 4 Parts film loops from 21h00-23h00, Parc de l’Espoir ✨ 🥳 Pikete with CHIKA, Joya, La Niña Kiwi, mCherry, Moh Dafok, MUXXXE, Owen and Whorito, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 🥳 Laylit x Fierté Montréal with Achraf El Abed, Anya Kneez, Manalou, Maya Tayara, MONSIEURMADAM and MNSA, Le Club Soda ✨ 🥳 Jhalak Montréal presents Bloc Bollywood with Bijuriya, DJ Deep, Kajol, Rameez Karim and Veils of Bollywood, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 🐶 Launch of Weekend Pup Montréal, Bar L’Aigle Noir ✨ 📚 Literary Pride presents Transpoetry: An Evening of Poetry, Théâtre La Comédie de Montréal ✨ 😆 Des gags et des paillettes, a night of queer stand-up comedy with Mona de Grenoble, Charlie Morin, Coco Belliveau, Jessica Chartrand, Justine Philie, Saad Fennich, Sam Cyr, Tranna Wintour, Anne-Sarah Charbonneau and Maxime-Eve Gagnon, Théâtre Le National ✨ 🎶 Osheaga 2024 with Noah Kahan, Green Day, SZA and many more, Parc Jean-Drapeau 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kiara, Jimmy Moore, Nana and Miss Butterfly, Cabaret Mado

Samedi 3 août / Saturday, August 3

🏳️‍⚧️ MTL Trans March / March for Trans Futures, starting at Station Mont-Royal ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT+ Family Coalition presents Brunch Familial LGBTQ+ with Barbada, Time Out Market Montréal ✨ 📚 Literary Pride presents The Safety Lit Workshop, Théâtre La Comédie de Montréal ✨ 📚 Literary Pride presents Diversity Spelled Out spotlighting BIPOC literary artists, Théâtre La Comédie de Montréal ✨ 📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads Paige Maylott’s My Body is Distant: A Memoir, Archives gaies du Québec 🎭 10 Year Anniversary of Latino Burlesque Canada with Adriana the Bombshell, Lucinda Miu, Gay Jesus, Anaconda la Sabrosa, Miami Minx, Niko Lubie, Castro, Salty Margarita, Black Mamba, Cherry Topp, Dom, Lolita Blanca and Winona J. Fox, Jardins Gamelin ✨ 🎶 Lucky Love + Marilyne Leonard, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 🎶 Osheaga 2024 with Noah Kahan, Green Day, SZA and many more, Parc Jean-Drapeau 👯‍♀️ FestiQueer Rimouski presents Set Queeré, a night of queer square dancing and traditional music, Centre communautaire Saint-Pie-X ✨ 😆 Tales of Gender Affirmation, comedy by trans, non-binary and queer performers, Le Basement 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Transcendance with Miss Dupré Latour, DJ Sayana and the Transmasc Choir, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 🥳 Weekend Pup Montréal hosts their Dance Pawty, Bar Le Stud ✨ 🥳 Lust Cove, Sweet Like Honey and Blush present FANTASME with DJ Tokyo Mamii, hadaxxah and Mansa, and pole and gogo dancers Aiko, Amethyst, Jinxxx, Tokyo, Dora Bones, Eden, Koshasha, Lia Jasmine, Mina Minou and Zaddy Paigne, Le Club Soda ✨ 🥳 Homopop presents Pleasuredome: Fierté Montréal Edition with West End Gays and Tommy Hart, Société des arts technologiques—Satosphère ✨ 🥳 Frky x Pride with Francis Engelhardt, Rafael Sanchez, Moka and Montrealhustleclub, La Sotterenea 🥳 La Piscine with Sandy Duperval, Rich Spence, Knox, Lady Boom Boom, Aizysse, Sasha and Skyler, Club LaCité 👑 Bingo du midi! with Miss Butterfly and BEA(Arthur), Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Britney Spears, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kiara, Jimmy Moore, Nana and Miss Butterfly, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 4 août / Sunday, August 4

🏳️‍⚧️ Jeunesse Lambda and AlterHéros presents Navigating the Tides of Identity: Voices of Trans and Non-Binary Youth, Pavillon Tranquille—Le Réfectoire ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Museum of Jewish Montréal and Queer Moms Nite Out presents the Queer Family Craft Brunch, Museum of Jewish Montréal 🏳️‍🌈 Marginalized Majority hosts the 2SLGBTQIA+ Newcomer & Immigrants Meet-Up in the Park, Parc Jeanne-Mance 🥳 FeminiX + BBQ Lesbien with DJ Lady McCoy, DJ Kris Tin and Misstress Barbara, Esplanade Tranquille ✨ 🐶 Weekend Pup Montréal hosts a Poutine Lunch, Bar Le Stud ✨ 📚 Literary Pride presents War of 2SLGBTQ+ Words with Amélie Boivin-Handfield, Marie-Hélène Racine-Lacroix, Luc Arsenault, Leila Sofiane and Jordan Dupuis, Théâtre la Comédie de Montréal ✨ 🎶 Osheaga 2024 with Noah Kahan, Green Day, SZA and many more, Parc Jean-Drapeau 👑 Le Brunch aux Folles with Misty Waterfalls, Lana Dalida, Manu Syrius, Bar Social Verdun 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 5 août / Monday, August 5

💪 Club de Soccer LGBT+ de Montréal hosts a BBQ and Pride Match, Parc La Fontaine ✨ 🎭 Ciseaux with Geneviève Labelle and Mélodie Noël Rousseau, Cinquième Salle ✨ 👑 RÉZO and Équipe Montréal present The High Heels Obstacle Race with host LaDrag On-Fly, Sainte Catherine Street East between Alexandre-DeSève and de Champlain streets ✨ 👑 Rawxy et cie with Sasha Baga, Foxy Lexxi Brown, Adriana and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 6 août / Tuesday, August 6

🏳️‍🌈 T’es mon genre | Carrefour Jeunesse Emploi Centre-Nord presents the Villeray In Colors BBQ, Parc de Normanville ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Italo Queer Montréal and ItalFestMTL presents the Italo Queer Montréal Festa Italiana, MEM—Centre des mémoires montréalaises ✨ 💪 Roundtable on Experiences and Prejudices in Sport with Ouissem Belgacem, Maison du développement durable ✨ 📚 Literary Pride presents The Bare Naked Truth of the Words, Théâtre La Comédie de Montréal ✨ 🎭 Jour J Impro, Théâtre Sainte-Catherine ✨ 🎭 Ciseaux with Geneviève Labelle and Mélodie Noël Rousseau, Cinquième Salle ✨ 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal 👑 Camping chez Sami with Sami Landri, BlackGold, Zoé Duval, Sam Bouchard, Christen Marlot, DJ Hermano, Kiara, Xénia and J4DE, Jardins Gamelin ✨ 👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and special guests, Cabaret Mado

Mercredi 7 août / Wednesday, August 7

🏳️‍🌈 Égides, Dignity Network Canada and the Global Philanthropy Project present the International Symposium: Canada and Québec’s Role in Promoting Human Rights for LGBTQI People Internationally, Centre Phi 🏳️‍🌈 ExChange hosts the Intergenerational Art-Making and Dialogue Event, MEM—Centre des mémoires montréalaises 🏳️‍🌈 Pride at Work Canada presents ProFierté Montréal, Sid Lee 🎥 Queer Cinema Club of Montréal hosts a screening of Paris is Burning starring Venus Xtravaganza, Willi Ninja, Pepper LaBeija, Dorian Corey and Octavia St. Laurent, Cinema Moderne 🎨 GRIS-Montréal celebrates its 30th anniversary with Hors cadres : artists’ perspectives on gender diversity, Écomusée du fier mode ✨ 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎭 Ciseaux with Geneviève Labelle and Mélodie Noël Rousseau, Cinquième Salle ✨ 🥳 Soirées QUARTZ lesbian event with DJ Flip Phone and DJ Nath, Club La Porte 👑 Bobépine presents Céline Dion, Cabaret Mado 👑 Slaysians Pride Edition with Manny, Kajol, Komodo, Khann, Ad’horrible, Bijuriya, CC Chanel, EmmÖtional Damage, Joy Rider, Korra Anarchkey, Lia Jasmine, Ken Antonio, Suri Racha, Rico Love and Psyberia, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 8 août / Thursday, August 8

🎨 GRIS-Montréal celebrates its 30th anniversary with Hors cadres : artists’ perspectives on gender diversity, Écomusée du fier mode ✨ 🎨 Queer Bodies hosts life drawing community with Nicholas Bellefleur and Raphë, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 🎶 ICI Musique presents Hits Battle with Catherine Pogonat, Claudine Prévost and Eugénie Lépine-Blondeau, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 🎶 ICI Musique presents ImmiX with Antoniya, Elisapie, Marjo, Mitsou, Ouissem Belgacem, Passion Poire, Pierre Kwenders, Rossomodo, Sarahmée, Siibii and Lennikim, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 📚 Violet Hour and Italo Queer Montréal presents Violet Hour: Here & Now with Matthew Fox, Istituto Italiano di Cultura di Montréal ✨ 🥳 BLUSH presents Salade de Fruits : Happy Hour Queer, an event by and for FLINT+, Bar La Marche à côté 🥳 Tèt Kole dance party for queer women with DJ Nalee and Jolie Jei, Entre-Nous 👑 Fierté & Burger—Souper Spectacle with Eva Moist, Lady Boom Boom and Moh Dafok, Notre Boeuf de Grâce 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Bière et Métal—Spécial fierté with RV Métal, Baron Camion, La Freak du Show, Jay Show and Wheelly Hot, Cabaret Mado 👑 C’est ma toune! : Edition party de nuit with Jessie, Bobépine, Lady Boom Boom, Tracy Trash, Johnny Jones and Walter Ego, Cabaret Mado

Vendredi 9 août / Friday, August 9

🏳️‍🌈 Community Days, the Village along Rue Sainte-Catherine Est ✨ 🎥 Les Archives gaies du Québec present the AIDS in 4 Parts film loops from 21h00-23h00, Parc de l’Espoir ✨ 💪 ACCM—AIDS Community Care Montréal presents the Friends for Life Bike Rally Arrival in Montréal, Parc La Fontaine ✨ 🎨 GRIS-Montréal celebrates its 30th anniversary with Hors cadres : artists’ perspectives on gender diversity, Écomusée du fier mode ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Kinkster Land presents Explore BDSM with Kinkster Land, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 🎭 Wiggle Room Pride Special: A Celebration of LGBTQ Performers with Rosie Bourgeoisie, Quinzy Chase, Olivia Killjoy, Tristan Ginger and Frenchy Jones, The Wiggle Room 🥳 Unikorn with Gia Woods and THELIMITDOESNOTEXIST, Société des arts technologiques—Satosphère ✨ 🥳 Hot Flash queer dance party, Bar Le Ritz PDB 🥳 THROB: Fierté MTL Pride with NOUR, B’UGO DAHLIN, Chia and b2b Ashou, Bar La Shop 🥳 Virtualis Pride Rave with D. Blavatsky, Neo Edo, Kris Tin, Grenadim, Casakobrae, Palladium, Katamina, Marmad and VJ Anarnas 🎶 Vivacious DJ set with Vivacious, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 👑 Cabenuva presents Drag Superstars with Rita Baga, Sasha Colby, Brooke Lynn Hytes, Naomi Smalls, La Grande Dame, Venus, Alvilda, Mistress Isabelle Brooks, Black Peppa, Tenderoni, Denim and Sisi Superstar, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 👑 MajestiX with Barbada, Adriana, Charli DeVille, Infernal Desires, Lady Boom Boom, Lulu Shade, Marla Deer, Mister Boogie, Moh Dafok, Rosa Golde, Sasha Baga, Suzie Slim, Taylor De Vil and Val the Freak, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 👑 Le G Stop with Gisèle Lullaby, VIQ section, Esplanade du Parc olympique 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Manny, Nana and Océane Aqua-Black, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado

Samedi 10 août / Saturday, August 10

🏳️‍🌈 Community Days, the Village along Rue Sainte-Catherine Est ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Kinkster Land presents Explore BDSM with Kinkster Land, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 📚 Queer South Asian Women’s Network hosts the Montréal Live Book Reading & Queer Social Mixer with Alyy Patel, L’Euguélionne 🎨 GRIS-Montréal celebrates its 30th anniversary with Hors cadres : artists’ perspectives on gender diversity, Écomusée du fier mode ✨ 🥳 Discoño with La Goony Chonga, LIZZ, Jerico, G Mako and mCherry, hosted by House of Old Navy, Atlas, Keke Jones and Lily, SAT—Société des arts technologiques 🥳 MUNDO DISKO with B’UGO, Crystal Waters, France Joli, Heidi Lawden, Jamie 3:26 and Lost Heroes, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 🥳 Bear-It presents Anges et Démons : Bear Playground with DJ TRND and Massimo Paramour, Société des arts technologiques—Satosphère ✨ 🥳 MPU presents MPU: Loud & Proud with Venus, Black Peppa, Kiki Coe, Sami Landri, Barbada, Frantastik, Jeffany and DJPØPTRT, Le Belmont ✨ 🥳 Queen & Queer Dance Party—Pride Edition with DJ Karaba, Sarahmée, Arielle Roberge and DJ Sam, Club Soda 🥳 La Piscine with Sandy Duperval, Rich Spence, Knox, Lady Boom Boom, Aizysse, Sasha and Skyler, Club LaCité 🎶 ÎLESONIQ with DJ Snake, Tiësto and more, Parc Jean-Drapeau 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Carmen Sutra, Manny, Nana and Océane Aqua-Black, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 11 août / Sunday, August 11

🏳️‍🌈 Pride Parade, Boulevard René-Lévesque ✨ 🏳️‍🌈 Native Montréal hosts the second Annual Indigenous Pride Brunch, Collectif MTL 🥳 Mega T-Dance with Diskommander, Ian Jackman, DJ Mohammad and Kitty Amor, Esplanade du Parc olympique ✨ 🎶 ÎLESONIQ with DJ Snake, Tiësto and more, Parc Jean-Drapeau 🎭 The Lucy Show with Tranna Wintour, Rola Z, Kyra Carlton, Mariam Khan, Elie Gill and Raquel Maestre, The Wiggle Room 🎨 GRIS-Montréal celebrates its 30th anniversary with Hors cadres : artists’ perspectives on gender diversity, Écomusée du fier mode ✨ 👑 Jimmy Moore presents Madonna: The Celebration Tour, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Mardi 13 août / Tuesday, August 13

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and special guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 14 août / Wednesday, August 14

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Top It Off! Comedy Show with Sadie Moland, Notre Dame Des Quilles 👑 World … It’s Summertime! with Drag Race Philippines and RuPaul’s Drag Race UK vs the World season 2 contestant Marina Summers and special guests Kiara, Moh Dafok and EmmÖtional Damage, Cabaret Mado 👑 Crystal Starz and Jessie Précieuse personify Kylie Minogue with Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado 👑 Disney Villains with Val The Freak, Mike Oxlong, Démone LaStrange, Selma Gahd and Esirenna, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 15 août / Thursday, August 15

🎭 Les Folies Draglesques with Miami Minx, Uma Gahd, Esirena, Malinka Molotov, Olivia Killjoy and Rosa Golde, Cabaret Mado 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 16 août / Friday, August 16

🎥 Les Archives gaies du Québec present the AIDS in 4 Parts film loops from 21h00-23h00, Parc de l’Espoir 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Lady Boom Boom, Misty Waterfalls, Nana and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado

Samedi 17 août / Saturday, August 17

🎶 Missy Elliott’s Out of this World—The Experience tour with Ciara, Busta Rhymes and Timbaland, Bell Centre 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Lady Boom Boom, Misty Waterfalls, Nana and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 18 août / Sunday, August 18

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Mardi 20 août / Tuesday, August 20

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and special guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 21 août / Wednesday, August 21

🥳 Soirées QUARTZ lesbian event with Dirty Marquise, DJ Dracula and DJ Flowher, Club La Porte 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 So EmmÖtional with EmmÖtional Damage, Suri Racha, Jay Show and Aizysse Baga, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 22 août / Thursday, August 22

🏳️‍🌈 i to i: Authentic Relating Workshops and Ecstatic Temple host Authentic Dating for men Montréal, Ecstatic Temple 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Sami Landri presents Le Sami Party, Cabaret Mado

Vendredi 23 août / Friday, August 23

🥳 The Dark Eighties dance party, Cabaret Berlin 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Crystal Starz, Nana and Erica, Cabaret Mado

Samedi 24 août / Saturday, August 24

🥳 LEZ DANCE lesbian party with DJ Lili Manseau, Stock & Soda 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Lady Gaga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Gisèle Lullaby, Crystal Starz, Nana and Erica, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 25 août / Sunday, August 25

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Michel Dorion presents a Tribute to Marie Carmen, Bar Le Cocktail

Mardi 27 août / Tuesday, August 27

👑 Full Gisèle with Gisèle Lullaby and special guests, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 28 août / Wednesday, August 28 🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 PoP Corn extra beurre with Marla Deer, Gisèle Lullaby, Tracy Trash, Bambi Dextrous, Bobépine, Clay Thorris and Johnny Jones, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 29 août / Thursday, August 29

🥳 BLUSH presents Salade de Fruits : Happy Hour Queer, an event by and for FLINT+, Bar La Marche à côté 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Starz Wars with Crystal Starz, Cabaret Mado

Vendredi 30 août / Friday, August 30

👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Marla Deer, Tracy Trash, Nana and Bambi Dextrous, Cabaret Mado

Samedi 31 août / Saturday, August 31

🎶 Cigarettes After Sex, Bell Centre 👑 Jimmy Moore personifies Céline Dion, Cabaret Mado 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Marla Deer, Tracy Trash, Nana and Bambi Dextrous, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Érica et ses divas with Chibouki and Lady ZaZa, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

OTHERS / LES AUTRES

🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud.

👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact [email protected] or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts.

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play.

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

#mtlmoments #lgbttravel #2slgbtq #drag #montreal #queermtl #lgbtq #nightlife #thingstodo #events

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Omega Radio for March 14, 2022; #301.

Tyrone Davis: “In The Mood”

Edition Speciale: “Mr. Business”

G. Grant & S. Park: “Good Company”

Lalo Schifrin: “Midnight Woman”

Lee Gagnon: “Reve”

Scratch, The: “Surface Noise”

Sonny Rollins: “Caress”

Westbound Freeway: “Right Or Wrong”

Joe Sample: “In All My Wildest Dreams”

Skull Snaps: “It’s A New Day”

Blackrock: “Bad Cloud Overhead”

Frank Ricotti + Tony Hymas + Stan Sulzmann: “Morning Call”

Jades, The: “Lucky Fellow”

Manfredo Fest: “Braziliana No. 1”

Revolution Compared To What: “Go To Work”

Eric Hochberg & Andy Potter: “World Thing”

George Duke: “Seeing You”

Jean-Daniel Mercier: “Apres Noel”

Michelle Lamb: “Natural High”

Paz: “Solar Wind”

Annette Peacock: “Survival”

Hysear Don Walker: “Children Of The Night”

Airto: “Juntos”

Ian Carr’s Nucleus: “Ariadne”

Jacky Giordano: “Wafa”

Les Crane: “Friends”

Living Funk: “Fools Love”

Pat Martino: “M'Wandishi”

Peter Jacques & Quadriga: “Cancao”

Primitive: “You’re Everything To Me”

Thee Lakesiders: “Parachute”

David T. Walker: “Feeling Feeling”

Terry Callier: “Just As Long As We’re Together”

Tom Scott: “Sneakin’ In The Back”

Tracks: “Bottleneck”

Alberto Baldan Bembo: “Sweet Helen”

Fat Larry’s Band: “Down On The Avenue”

Alan Parker: “Aerial Camera”

Giovanni Civitenga & Lucia Frittoli: Dew Drop (2e Versione)“

Pepper Hellard & New Hollywood Gargoyles: “They’re Out There”

Anthony King: “Filigree Funk”

The Crusaders’ “A Ballad For Joe (Louis)”

Bonus crate-digging and sampling; jazz, fusion, soul, R&B, funk.

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«Rampike», Vol. 19, No. 1, 'Visual Poetics', Edited by Karl Jirgens, Windsor, 2010 [UWindsor Institutional Repository, University of Windsor, Windsor. room 3o2 books, Ottawa]

Contributions by Fernando Aguiar, Reed Altemus, Héloise Audy, Sohail Azad, Vittore Baroni, derek beaulieu, John M. Bennett, Carla Bertola, Bill Bissett, Julien Blaine, Darren Bonnici, Christian Burgaud, Ryosuke Cohen, Tentatively A. Convenience, Judith Copithorne, Frank Davey, Sérgio Monteio De Almeida, Marcello Diotallevi, Paul Dutton, Julie Faubert, Jesse Ferguson, Jean-Claude Gagnon, Fabrizio Garghetti, Kim Goldberg, James Gray, Elke Grundmann, Miguel Jiminez, Karl Jirgens, Richard Kostelanetz, C. H. Kwock, Helen Lovekin, Ruggero Maggi, Donato Mancini, Vincent McHugh, Henning Mittendorf, Gustave Morin, Ed Niedzielski, Mogens Otto Nielsen, Jürgen O. Olbrich, Clemente Padín, Li Po, Susana Reisman, Aubrey Reeves, Gerry Shikatani, Carol Stetser, Giovanni Strada, W. Mark Sutherland, Dane A. W. Swan, Nico Vassilakis, Michael Winkler

Cover Art by Kero [Sohail Azad]

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"Sept autres témoins au procès des marins Twynham et McGurk," Le Soleil. October 24, 1942. Page 22 & 5. ---- Au delà de vingt témoins ont été jusqu'ici entendus au procès des marins Maurice Twynham et Robert-Douglas McGurk accusés du meurtre d'Hector Tremblay, de Matane - Trois médecins comparaissent. --- La Couronne a fait entendre sept témoins hier après-midi au procès des marins Maurice Twynham et Robert-Douglas McGurk, accusés du meurtre d'Hector Tremblay, un bûcheron de Matane qui fut trouvé inconscient à l'angle des rues St-Pierre et St-Paul le matin du 21 pas juin dernier.

-Avec Charbonneau et Mile Sansfaçon, Nous sommes partis ensemble. -A ce moment, vous, vous étiez -Non, -Ensuite?bien, je veux dire "pas mal-Avez-vous pris quelque chose?chaud"? -Oui.-Vous avez pris un taxi?(Suite à la page 5. 2e col.)

Le procès s'est instruit lundi matin aux assises criminelles devant l'hon. juge Lucien Cannon, de la Cour Supérieure. Au delà d'une vingtaine de témoins ont été jus- qu'ici appelés par les procureurs de la Couronne. Me Eugène Marquis, C.R.. et Me Jean Lesage. Il leur en reste encore quelques-uns à faire entendre. Ils commenceront de les appeler lundi matin alors que le procès se continuera. Tout indique que les procureurs prononceront leur plaidoyer au début de la semaine.

Le premier témoin entendu, hier après-midi, Paul-Henri Cyr, a été assez longuement transquestionné par les procureurs de McGurk et Twynham, Me Ross Drouin et Me Antoine Rivard, C.R.

M. Cyr est une des personnes qui ont aperçu Tremblay, étendu sans-connaissance, après l'attentat.

Les autres témoins de l'après-midi ont été M. Gérard Frenette. pressier, de Lévis, le constable Thomas-James Stapleton, de la Sûreté municipale à Québec, le Dr Jean Sirois, spécialiste, le Dr Roméo Gagnon, de Québec, le Dr Hector Beaudet, attaché à l'hôpital de l'Enfant- Jésus, et M. Yvon Pelletier.

Les médecins ont déclaré que la victime ne portaient pas de marques laissant soupçonner qu'elle ait été violemment battue.

M. Stapleton, lorsqu'il est arrivé auprès de la victime, a constaté que les poches de ses vêtements avaient été retournées. De plus, il a constaté que le corps de Tremblay était étendu entièrement sur le trottoir) et près du mur de l'édifice Sun-Trust.

PAUL-HENRI CYR Me Drouin : Voulez-vous dire - à la Cour, M. Cyr, d'où vous êtes parti ce soir-là ? - De l'hôtel Bélanger. - A quelle heure? - Vers deux heures et quart. - Et dans la veillée, de bonne heure ? - Je suis d'abord parti de chez moi vers 5 heures et 30 ou 6 heures. - Avez-vous rencontré quelqu'un ? - Oui, Charbonneau. - Où l'avez-vous rencontré? - Au restaurant de l'Armée, sur la rue St-Paul, restaurant qui s'appelait autrefois "Le Maginet". - Quand l'avez-vous rencontré? - Vers minuit et 30. - Avant minuit et 30, avez-vous pris quelque chose? - Oui, de la bière et du fort. - Au cours de la veillée ? -Oui. - Après avoir rencontré Charbonneau, étes-vous resté quelque temps au restaurant de l'Armée ? - Oui. - Jusqu'à quelle heure? - Jusqu'à 2 heures. - Vous êtes parti avec Charbonneau pour aller où? - Sur la rue St-Pierre? - Et de là où êtes-vous allés? - A l'hôtel Brochu - Avec qui?

- Oui. - Vous avez pris la rue St-Pierre, Dalhousie et St-Paul, vous dirigeant alors vers le Sun Trust? - Oui. - Quelle heure était-il? - Deux heures et 30. - Vous avez passé l'intersection des rues St-Paul et St-Pierre? - Oui. - Vous vous dirigiez vers le palais? - Oui. - C'est en revenant que vous avez aperçu Tremblay ? - Oui. - Vous étiez sous l'influence de la bolsson ? - Oui. - Lorsque vous avez vu les trois marins, vous vous dirigies vers le restaurant de Pellettier ? - Oui. - Vous étiez alors avec Charbonneau. - Non - Où l'avez-vous rejoint, Charbonneau ? - En revenant au restaurant de l'armée.

- C'est du restaurant de l'armée que vous êtes parti avec Mlle Sansfaçon et Charbonneau ? - Oui. - A part de l'intérêt particulier que vous portiez à Mile Sansfaçon, vos souvenirs sont vagues? - Oui. GERARD FRENETTE Me Marquis: Vous avez vu un blessé à la bas-se-ville au cours du mois de juin ? - Oui. Au coin de St-Pierre et St-Paul. - Etes-vous débarqué de l'auto? - Non on a continue. - Pourquoi ? - On est allé chercher in police. - Qui avez-vous ramené ? - M. Stapleton. - Y avait-il du sang ? -Oui. Le juge: Où avez-vous transporté le blessé? - A l'hôtel de ville. JAMES STAPLETON Me Marquis: Vous avez eu un appel pour un accident au cours du mois de juin? - Oui. - Qui vous a appelé ? - Un chauffeur de taxi. - Y avait-il du sang? - Sur le trottoir et sur les vêtements de l'homme étendu. - Qu'avez-vous fait ? - L'homme a été monté à l'hôtel de ville. - Avez-vous appelé un médecin ? - Oui, le Dr Gagnon. - Dans quelle position était le blessé? - Couché sur le dos. - Et ses vêtements ? - Ils avaient les poches retournées. - Le corpe était-il complètement sur le trottoir ? - Oui, complètement à côté du mur. Me Rivard : - Donc, il était complètement sur le trottoir ?

-Oui. - A 2 heures et 30. Curado est allé vous voir? - Oui. - Vous avez alors pris la rue Dalhousie? - Oui. - Y avait-il beaucoup de monde auprès du corps? - Oui. - Des marins ? - Non. - Des soldats ? - Non. - En ce qui concerne ses habits rien n'indiquait que la victime avait été violentée ? - Rien à part des poches quiétalent retournées. Dr JEAN SIROIS Me Marquis: Vous êtes spécialiste? - Oui, en chirurgie nerveuse. - Dans le cours du mois de juin, vous avez eu un patient du nom d'Hector Tremblay ? -Oui. - Voulez-vous dire ce que vous avez constate? - II etait inconscient et portait des marques évidentes de fracture du crâne. - Vous l'avez revu? - Oui, je l'ai suivi jusqu'à sa mort. - De quoi est-il mort? - Des suites de cette fracture du crane.

DR ROMEO GAGNON Me Marquis - Dans la nuit du 20 au 21 juin, vous avez eu l'occasion de traiter un patient ? -Oui. - Quand vous l'avez vu dans quelétat était-il ? -Il y avait une marque de sang en dessous de sa tête. Il avait la figure sale, de la poussière et du sang mêlé. J'ai nettoyé la face afin de voir s'il y avait des blessures. Il n'y avait rien de particulier dans le visage. Ce qui a le plus attire mon attention, ce fut l'écoulement de sang par l'oreille droite. J'ai crua la probabilité d'une fracture du crâne vu la persistance de l'hémorragle. Derrière l'oreille, il y avait un gonflement de sang. Le patient se plaignait quelque peu. Je l'ai entendu murmurer: "Mon Dieu Seigneur."J'ai remarqué que ses poches étaient tournées à l'envers. - Le gonflement que vous aver remarqué, où était-il situé? - Dans la région mastoïdienne. - Est-ce que la bosse dont vous parlez pouvait venir d'un coup? -Oui. Me Rivard : - Ça pouvait provenir d'autre chose,cette bosse ? -Oui. - Si un homme avait tombe sur une surface, se serait-il produit un gonflement comme celui que vous aver constaté ? - Oui. Me Drouin : - Vous avez perçu l'odeur de l'alcool? - Oui. Et l'odeur de l'alcool avait préséance sur celle du sang. Et, de plus, la respiration était faible. DR HECTOR BEAUDET Me Marquis - Dans la nuit du 20 au 21 juin avez-vous reçu un patient du nom d'Hecter Tremblay ? - Oui. - A quelle heure l'avez-vous vu? - 4 heures. - Quelles sont les constatations que vous avez faites? - Il était inconscient, se plaignait, ses vêtements étalent sales. J'ai constaté que le sang lui coulait de l'oreille droite. J'ai pris sa temperature. Nous l'avons examiné de la tête aux pieds. Il y avait un gonflement en arrière de l'oreille. Nous avons porté comme diagnostic un fracture de la base du crane. YVON PELLETIER Me Marquis: On vous a demandé si vous pouviez donner le nom du matelet dont on vous a déjà parlé au cours du procès ? - Oui je l'ai vu hier soir. - Savez-vous son nom? - Oui. It me l'a écrit sur un papier. Le témoin produit le papier. On peut y lire: "H.M.C.B. Anna Miltred Doucet." Me Rivard : Vous lui avez demandé d'écrire son nom? - Oui. - Et c'est ca qu'il a écrit? - Oui. Il m'a dit qu'il s'appelait Doucet. Le procès se continuera lundi matin à 10 heures et 30.

#ville de québec #assault and robbery #beaten to death #canadian sailors #murder trial #assault causing grievous bodily harm #fatal injuries #matelots #canada during world war 2 #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #quebec city #tremblay murder

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Oh (no) Canada...

We've made ourselves some pasta salad and some deviled eggs, and Walt thought he'd break ground by introducing us to Maria Chapdelaine, the 2020 adaptation of Louis Hémon's 1910s novel on the long-suffering nature of your average French Canadian Catholic settler.

To be fair, he knew what to expect and pointed a finger at me. "Don't spoil it for me or Sarah, Mister French Literature degree!" he'd said, while bringing his slice of Key Lime pie to slowly peck at it over the movie's runtime.

I'm not about to give anyone who could read this an expert class, but let's just say that the early twentieth century was one that saw Eastern Canada be oppressively stifled by our Catholic priesthood, to the point of instilling gonzo virtues in the local literary output - such as the notion that a self-respecting colonist moved way up north into Pine Country, hacked foundations out of soil that never completely thaws using primitive tools and then spent a precious few months out of the entire year cultivating a few veggies out of the hardscrabble, with the end-goal of either covering his loan for his lot and tools or dying a good, long, agonizing and Christian death while the sawbones is trying to push a frustrated gelding through fifteen inches of snow. The priest got to you first if you were lucky, you were given your Last Rites and, well, that was it.

So. In this context, we find young and demure Maria Chapdelaine, settled in a verdant hellhole I'd call the Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean region generations prior to modern-day logging camps and factories. As the exact same spot today is heavily industrialized outside of the pine preserves, but back then, it basically was a clean slate. For people from Montreal or Quebec City, the North was their second Klondike of choice: either you moved down to the States to adapt to the Big City or you abandoned civilization out of the honestly unproven notion that you could just Harvest Moon your way to prosperity.

Maria is sixteen, marriageable, demure, soft-spoken - and absolutely gonzo for a Métis trapper called François Paradis. He represents the 1910s Judeo-Christian ideal in the region, the "Civilized Wild Man" with all the virtues needed to thrive in Society and all the backbone and gumption you'd need to stake out your own fortune in an inhospitable environment. He loves her in the same way - desperately. She hasn't obtained her father's consent, however, so nothing happens. Nothing happens for long enough, in fact, that François up and dies in those pine-strewn wastes after betraying his status as a supposedly-flawless tracker. Maria is beyond distraught, but her social conditioning holds fast. She's the second woman of the household, so her grief only shows at night.

The problem is, Paradis hadn't proposed to her. He hadn't so much as engaged her, either, so it's effectively a love being pined for out of wedlock. You can imagine what the local priests, hypocrites that they are, would've thought about that.

Then comes the second john; a man going by Lorenzo Surprenant. He's the Self-Made Man, the Guy Who's Made it - or to borrow from French songwriter Bernard Lavilliers, the archetypal Tonton d'America, pulling several tall tales about Buffalo, Indiana's trolley system, its electric lights, its well-heated and lit brownstones and, well, the whole glitz and glam of the City, when all you've known is pines that are snowy about eight months out of twelve. Maria hasn't gone over the loss of her pelt-wearing Ken doll, so she responds to Lorenzo's advances noncommittally.

Finally follows Eutrope Gagnon, her neighbour by a few country miles who more or less promises a straight-line continuation of her current life. If anything, he's barely more of an optimized version of her father, as he's budgeted every purchase decades in advance and clearly has contingency plans set in place that could allow for failing crops or subpar yields to generate some profit. He has none of the first's passion, none of the second's pragmatic outlook on holding down a city-based job - and also none of the elder Chapdelaine's hangups about working on a milder lot further down south, where yields are better even if the social and moral credit of giving it a shot up north is abandoned.

If you thought she'd throw her conventions aside during a Disney musical number and confront Buffalo as a new challenge for her to undertake, you haven't really studied up on how the upper States and Provinces in the East coast were still stupefyingly Conservative as of World War One. The Roaring Twenties would improve things in cities, but only the sixties would see Progressivism fully kick the French Canadian clergy in the teeth.

As all this - the suffering of people like Maria's character, her settling for an unambitious life focused on servitude - was seeded in place by our clergy. We were born humble, made for humble lives and destined for hardship. To the Anglophones and Americans went tall tale of pre- and postwar success, we were being held down and more or less morally and intellectually abused by a ruling class of stole-wearing fuckwads who were the defacto lords-o-the-manor for most lots across Quebec that weren't, in fact, in Anglophone hands.

Considering this, should you really be surprised that Quebec and Ontario are as Liberal and Progressive as they are? We didn't just cast our chains off in the Quiet Revolution - we broke them to smithereens. It makes most of us default allies to POC, to the LGBTQA+, all of it because we know precisely well what it feels like to be marginalized. We know precisely how it feels to have natural instincts, personal goals or greater hopes be considered anathema by morons with a collar who hid behind their status as divinely-anointed representatives to control local politics, stifle minds and hoard their admittedly surprising scientific knowledge base (see Jesuits and their interest in Natural Sciences, for instance) for themselves alone.

They got money, they got resources, and French Canadians were told to shut up and take it, to the point where one of our leading character archetypes in adventure serials was Maria Chapdelaine's clone!

Shut up and like it. Carry your burden nobly. Suffer for sins you know nothing of. Endure in silence, for your reward is in Heaven.

Walt's background is consequently different. He grew up reading of Ontario's own Catholic and Anglican priesthoods, but Ontario and the ROC never really had this masochistic complex on being less than nothing and remaining as such. Ontarians are Diet Americans, in a sense - same gusto, same gumption, with just a dash of extra manners inherited from their long-removed English roots. If Louis Hémon had couched his story anywhere close to Sarnia, for instance, the poor kid would've hightailed it to Buffalo without question.

So, as the movie ended, and did so with the slight alteration of Maria not giving any of the three men a definitive answer - Walt gave me a puzzled look.

"Why didn't she leave with Lorenzo? I don't get it."

"Because the story isn't concerned with making sense, Walt," I told him. "This is catechism for shiftless Frenchie kids in their mid-teens as of 1910, hawked to them by well-meaning child molesters who only really think of putting more money in the diocese's coffers by acting as money-lenders to reckless kids with a sense of adventure and some misplaced Judeo-Christian sense of duty."

Sarah, who didn't study Lit, is equally confused. "Why send anyone up north like that? The ground's no good without modern tech or hydroponics!"

I scoffed. "You think fucking priests knew this? These guys seriously thought you could pray horniness away and pray fertility into a bunch of rocks and roots. Oh, and let's not forget that this didn't concern anyone's identity as a Québécois - anyone who did this was a Canadian French; un Canadien errant."

Walt falls silent as he processes this for a few seconds. "I mean, I sort of already knew why, but after this? After seeing this, your Atheism makes a Hell of a lot more sense. Damn, I'd have kicked one of those sanctimonious pricks in the balls, too!"

So... Québécois Lit 101, or Why Catholicism is a fucking grift that's only just recently realized that people are growing increasingly harder to indoctrinate into unquestioning belief.

Which is sort of funny, seeing as you see a lot of local hardcore Atheists sort of take to a hodgepodge of various spiritual, occult or "magical" practices - but hey, they reason, as long as you're not putting more money in the pockets of some shriveled old goat in a white stole in the Vatican, it's all good, right?

I mean, I guess. It's not like Brighid or Odin the Allfather or fucking Baron Samedi have tax collectors indoctrinating people left and right, hm?

Anyway - Happy Canada Day, if you're the type to go shop at Roots.

#thoughts #rants #atheism #history lesson with the Brain Gremlin #Maria Chapdelaine #movie #book #Louis Hémon #The Quiet Revolution #Leftism #Progressivism #Canada Day

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