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Two Muscular Guests in the Garçonnière This story has been removed by the author. Last edited by R Chris Cooper; September 18th, 2012 at 01:21 PM. |
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I like that phrase. "You are gonna get huge!!" Well you already are in my opinion. You do what so many authors only dream of. Making your fantastic imaginings part of a story that sounds like real people lioved them. It's easy to have your head in the clouds and describe what you see. But to have your big meaty feet still firmly planted on old terra firma while doing so is exceptional. A sign of a big guy with big dreams that's able to help us stretch and see what you do. Always a pleasure. Please... Keep Writing. MD |
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Bacchus is nouveau Mardi Gras... I remember when it was founded, the old krewes (like Rex and Comus) had very restrictive membership and rules on who was permitted to attend the balls, which are by personal invitation of a krewe member only. Bacchus was a club that would take anyone that could pay the membership fee, and I think you could buy tickets to their ball. Their "king" was a celebrity guest. My family moved to New Orleans when I was in 7th grade. And I rode the streetcar to High School (DeLaSalle) and College (Tulane). When I was 16 Mardi Gras day fell on my birthday... that and disliking crowds of drunks is probably is why I hate Mardi Gras. I knew a lot of the big old houses had servant quarters that had been converted to apartment but I hadn't heard of a Garçonnière before. But I can remember some entire blocks on St. Charles that were fenced or walled off with a Big Grand House in the front, a couple of nice cottages behind it and a less nice apartment-like structure accessing the rear street. I had figure the cottages as guest or mother-in-law houses but bachelor houses would work too... Ender |
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I knew a lot of the big old houses had servant quarters that had been converted to apartment but I hadn't heard of a Garçonnière before. But I can remember some entire blocks on St. Charles that were fenced or walled off with a Big Grand House in the front, a couple of nice cottages behind it and a less nice apartment-like structure accessing the rear street. I had figure the cottages as guest or mother-in-law houses but bachelor houses would work too... Ender[/QUOTE] Many people in New Orleans also call the apartments slave quarters. It may be that some of them really were especially in the French Quarter. In the 1800's they could also have been kitchens. They didn't cook in the house because of the heat it generated. I first heard of the word garçonnière while visiting a Louisiana plantation. The next time I heard it was at a friends house in N.O. and they called the apartment in the back yard a garçonnière. Garçonnière sounds so much better than slave quarters or maid's quarters or mother-in-law apartment and in this world of political correctness when we shouldn't use the word slave... do I need to say more? Thanks for reading Coop |
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Very enjoyable read! __________________ --It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin |
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This brings back memories of friends and good times. My parents knew people that threw a Mardi Gras party and they had a small house in the back yard similar to what you describe except it was across a courtyard and not attached to the main house. One year I saw the renter locking the door as he left for the parade. His costume was a Jester and the material stretched tightly over his huge physique. I got instantly hard! That was the day I was sure I was gay. |
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