Sometimes I wonder where I am headed to, where the fuck my path is leading me. Towards death? Sure. Towards a more complex and shining version of myself? I hope, but then I realize, the question disappears because I am not wondering that much. You know some mornings; you ask more questions than others. To... Lire la Suite →
Navigating Queerness Through Queerlessness - Alizée Pichot - Published in Art/iculation Magazine - Or, Click HERE to read the text on Art/iculation Magazine. Or, Click HERE to read the text on Art/iculation Magazine.
Montréal, June 1st, 2019 Lily, Dear Lily ? Madame Lily, Lily, I have been listening to your music for so long, since the beginning, I guess. I’ve been singing along “Smile” for years, in haze, in anger, in joyful times. The first time I experienced your musical universe, I was thirteen, a young girl but... Lire la Suite →
Photo by Charles Edward Miller - Protesting Trump's Imposition of the So-Called Gag Rule on Women's Healthcare Providers Chicago Illinois, may 2018. I'm writing this piece in order to react simply, to make visible for someone visiting my website an information that is not new anymore but which is of great importance. Today is May... Lire la Suite →
Last march, Madame Gandhi came by Montreal for two special shows at MAI (Montreal Arts Interculturels) and fired up the stage with an awesome crew of women musicians from Montreal. That night, the crowd felt like everything was possible, a night were we all rejoin and feel like a true collective. With her on stage,… Lire la Suite →
Click here to read the full interview with Hello Rooster - Please read it fully 😉 Before entering in the piece, I'd like to acknowledge that I identify as a queer white cisgender woman and a pro-sex feminist activist, immigrant in Canada. I am also grateful to be able to share this story with you,... Lire la Suite →
Saturday, January 19, I went to join the brave human beings gathered in Montreal to demonstrate in defense of women's rights, show our collective support to those who need it, those who die, those who suffer in the blind eyes of the rest of the world. Yesterday, by -37 degrees felt, we were enough to... Lire la Suite →
What does it mean to work as a feminist ? This is a substantial question which led to me asking myself “how come my feminism is different from my mother’s, my friend’s, my neighbour’s ?’ I wonder what drives me everyday in doing what I do. You know, this urge, this feeling inside yourself that... Lire la Suite →