Femme Friday Mary Anne, the Madam of the Cathouse in “Fisherman” by Nalo Hopkinson

K.C. is female fisherman who, driven by loneliness and possessed of intense bravery, visits the cathouse in her village for the first time. The Madame proves to have a very soft spot in her generous heart for this rare and delectable client.

Deep gratitude to Nalo Hopkinson for loving the madam into our world!

            “You work as what, a fisherman?”

… I look back at she proud, round face with the plucked brows and the lipstick red on she plump lips. The words fall out from my mouth: “I… I stink of fish, don’t it?”

            A smile spread on she beautiful brown face, like when you draw your finger through molasses on a plate. “Sit down nuh, doux-doux, you in your nice clean pressed white shirt? I glad you dress up to come and see me.”

            “All right.” I siddown right to the edge of the chair with my hands in my lap, not holding the chair arms. I frighten for leave even a sniff of fish on the expensive tapestry. Everything in this cathouse worth more than me. I frighten for touch anything, least of all the glory of the woman standing in front of me now, bubbies and hips pushing out of she dress, forcing the cloth to shape like the roundness of she. The women where I living all look like what them does do: market woman, shave ice seller, baby mother. But she look like a picture in a magazine. Is silk that she wearing? How I to know, I who only make for wear crocus bag shirt and Daddy old dungarees?

… (the madam sits on K.C.’s lap) The madam smile and run a warm, soft finger over my lips. I woulda push she off me right then and run go home. In fact I make to do it, but she pick up she two feet from off the floor and is then I get to feel the full weight and solidness of she.

            “You go throw me off onto the hard ground, then?” she say with a firtly smile in she voice.

            One time, five fifty-pound sack of chicken feed tumble from Boysie truck and land on me; two hundred fifty pounds drop me baps to the ground. Boysie had was to come and pull me out. Is heavy same way so she feel in my lap, grounding me. This woman wasn’t going nowhere she ain’t want to go.

Every Friday, I will showcase a queer femme goddess. Suggestions welcome!

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  1. Wow. Is this from a novel, or a collection or anthology?

  2. Fabulous, right?? It’s from Nalo Hopkinson’s collection of stories, “Skinfolk”. One of my favorite stories ever. Thanks for stopping by!

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