MC: Have you ever read or seen anything that has ever had a profound
effect on you?
G: Oui.
Mon lion suggests that I elaborate, that I offer one example.
Reading Rabelais. I did not always agree with him, yet he wrote of
things that I had often pondered myself. This was gratifying; a feeling
of kinship. As well, I admire the fact that he continued to write, after
being labeled a heretic. He did not fear voicing his opinions though
always there was the threat of death.
MC: Have you ever had to rethink something because of reading or seeing
that one thing?
G: Perhaps so, yes.
MC: Would you eleborate?
G: Non. Investigate Rabelais for yourself, and perhaps you will
have your own epiphanies.
MC: If you and M. Lecureaux ever feel the need to get away from the
city, where is your favorite place to go, and why so?
G: Apart from a place that I will not share, as part of its charm is its
privacy, we often enjoy Monte Carlo. Mostly, I enjoy observing Michel
there.
Copenhagen I love for its peaceful nature. In the last few decades it
has become a city of bicycles and pedestrians; there is far less
automobile traffic. It has a quaint charm and the scent is more lovely
now than in times past.
Finally, there is Rome, for mon lion adores its vibrancy, and I
am fascinated with its history. Paris was once Lutitia, after all.
MC: What do you like to do in Monte Carlo?
G: I have already answered this question.
MC: Is there anything in particular that you enjoy watching him do?
G: I enjoy watching him interact with the people in casinos and
discothèques. I love to watch him dance and I love watching him best the
other gamblers. Also, I enjoy watching him dine.
Being on the sea with him is always nice as well.
MC: Outside of Michel, what was the last thing of great beauty to truly
move you? I'm covering everything here: a song, a scene, a moment.
G: I shall give you scenes and moments.
When Father slipped through mon Trey's lips unawares. This was
the very last thing.
Before this, it was seeing my daughter. Though this memory is fraught
with pain, the return of this vision also stole my very breath. It
certainly moved me in many ways, some negative, but by definition,
moving all the same.
Long before this, I attended Molière's final performance, following
which, I heard his very last words, just before the light of his soul
fled.
MC: What is your favorite century of literature?
G: This suggests that there is one particular movement, such as
Romanticism, for example, which rises above all others in my mind. I do
not view it this way, but rather, that each century has birthed amazing
writers, some well known, some but a brief spark known only to a
privileged few. There are authors I fancy reading more often than
others; there are others still that I have read and enjoyed in some
fashion; and there are those that I have not greatly enjoyed,
but highly respected.
MC: Who are some of your favorites? Say..if you were kicking back to
relax for an evening, whose words would you most enjoy? (excluding M.
Shakespeare)
G: I will not exclude William Shakespeare, as no matter my mood, always I
find something of his to enjoy.
MC: Do you do any writing yourself?
G: I keep a journal upon occasion.
MC: How else do you like to spend your time? And by that I mean hobbies
and such.
G: Apart from reading, an occasional foray into photography or painting,
Michel is most often my hobby. We do many things together.
MC: Do you have a favorite composer?
G: Non. It is like literature; each century produced something of
value.
MC: Do you like any of today's modern music?
G: Yes.
MC: Anything in particular?
G: As of late I have enjoyed Auryn and the Nightingales. Michel listens
to Garbage, amongst other things, and I tend to enjoy most of their
songs. A favorite is #1 Crush.
I am forgetting the name of a song I recently heard and liked. Perhaps
Michel will refresh my memory a bit later. Ah, no, attendre. It
has come to me. It is Heads Will Roll. The artist is... The Yeah
Yeah Yeahs? This is a band, no?
MC: Do you like to go to live concerts?
G: Sometimes.
MC: This may be a little personal, but is there a favorite place you
like to be bitten by Michel? And by place I mean on your body.
G: Partout.
MC: OK. Do you have a particular place that you like to bite Michel?
G: Sa queue.
MC: I'm sorry, I'm not quite familiar with that term... a little help?
G: His cock.
MC: Do you miss daylight or anything that was done during light hours?
G: Non. I see it every day in my Michel. Through him I feel it.
There is nothing I could do outside during the day that I cannot enjoy
inside, or, during the starlit night.
MC: Can you bear the sunlight, even for short moments?
MC's note: Gabriel chose silence, here. Not one single word in reply.
MC: And on a final note, since it's that time of the year, do you and
Michel have any holiday traditions for Christmas?
G: Each year we walk the streets of Paris, the entirety of the City, to
view the fairy lights. This may take several nights, as my Michel
becomes rapt in the twinkling orbs, and so we may pause in one place for
hours. I love to watch him so enraptured; he is yet like a child in
those moments. We finish our round of the City at Notre Dame de Paris,
always, where they place a giant tree in the square. Michel then likes
to go inside the chapel. He sometimes sings hymns.
(Note: MC is moonchylde, my beta reader and friend.) Michel