Author Archives: Beau Oiseau

Beau Oiseau publishes here under a nom de plume that appears nowhere else. She is neither red-headed, nor does she live anywhere near the cemetery where the images accompanying her essays were photographed. She will say that she is a woman of a certain age, an academic and visual artist who came into her own and made her Cisgender bed in the deep, Francophone South of the last century: she made her bed, but, in the final analysis, found she could no longer sleep in it. Deeply closeted, identifying as Nonbinary and, now, elderly, Oiseau here spreads tentative wings.