MC: Have you ever read or seen anything that has ever had a profound effect on you?
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?
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?
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.
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