C’est le 14 juillet, et nous célébrons les déesses républicaines françaises telles que Marianne et… euh…
Liberté, Egalité, Sororité!
Bon, je pense que ça suffit pour la langue française aujourd’hui.
Captions with a vaguely French connection, anyway.
As the label might indicate to even the most male-brained reader, this is of course the magnificent, elegant and beautiful Ibicella, who can be found, worshipped and, ideally, donated to at the address shown. And here she is being adorable.
And do I really need to mention this is Mistress Eleise? Look, I like maple syrup as much as the next slave, but I can tell you: it is not Canada’s greatest export. I’ve tried both.
P.S. Allez les Bleus! Mais aussi les lions anglais…
P.P.S. OK, so the Bleus didn’t really allez. Or not as much as the Spanish went ándale ándale ándale anyway. So to cheer up any depressed frenchmen – or heterosexual males of any sort, I imagine – here’s the lovely Ibicella, being patriotic.
Magnifique!
I’m sure you don’t need me to point out that Bertrand was actually Belgian. But, that notwithstanding, that’s a superb cultural reference to dredge up – bravo!
On further investigation, a lyric later in the song also seems to me capable of BDSM re-interpretation and re-purposing: “Limé, ruiné, vidé, comblé”.
And mille fois merci for introducing me (it’s shameful I wasn’t aware of her already) of the enchanting Ibicella.
I beg you to accept, Sir, the expression of my distinguished salutations
tom
Oh yeah, so they were. Thanks tom. Obviously I was too limé myself when I posted it. Well… it was a French language post anyway, or I wouldn’t have been able to get Maîtresse Eleise in, which would have been a tragedy. And I wasn’t going to go for Daft Punk again… let alone Johnny ‘Allyday.
Cordially
S
PS Actually when I met and sessioned with Mistress Eleise (oh how wonderful she was!) she told me she was living in Paris to improve her French. But I’m sure she could still teach the language. It’s not the specific knowledge that makes for a good teacher, they say, but the motivation and I happen to know she’s exceptionally good at that.
If it’s French kink we want, we need some Baudelaire!
Le Léthé
Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde
Come to my heart, grim and deaf soul,
beloved Tigress, fiend of idle ways;
I ache to lose my shaking fingers
In the endless weight of your hair
(and so on for several stanzas)
Years ago, my tutor rather liked my efforts translating Les Fleurs du Mal. I liked the leather boots and suede miniskirt she wore.
PP
A lovely verse, Monsieur Pee-pee! Le Vampire is a good one too, although the foolish man seems to give the impression of not liking the slavery and chains he is lucky enough to be experiencing.
When living in Paris, I had a number of young female french tutors, none of whom were ever sufficiently exasperated by my woeful attempts at the language as to actually hit me, alas. But I often had the privilege of visiting the wonderful Maîtresse Balkis (now renamed Madame, it seems) to ensure that my errors did not go uncorrected.
Best wishes
S
I may actually take up that recommendation. That video is exquisitely elegant!
Je vous remercie chaleureusement,
PP
As is she, PP. Also beautiful and wonderfully creative. Chic et raffinée… truly recommended.
Je vous en prie
Serviteur