From Berdache to Two Spirit

When Beau Louis steps into a gay bar, many heads turn around to admire him. This Native North-American Indian seems to combine the traits of both man and woman. He is known to have a huge uncut thick dick and his large butt is quite obvious. Guys line up to cruise this handsome special dude, dreaming of engaging in sucking, fucking or getting fucked. Beau Louis is a berdache or two-spirited man.

The term berdache originates from the Arabic word bardaj (kept boy). It was first used in Italian in the 15th century, recorded in French in 1548, and in Spanish during the first quarter of the 16th century. The Spanish bardaxa/bardaje engages in sodomy, and the French berdache is a boy kept by a pederast. The word designated men who do not conform to Western gender (a man doing woman’s work) and sexual norms (a passive partner having sex with another man). In anthropology the term has been used to define homosexuality, transgenderism and intersexuality. Since many consider this designation to be a bit offensive, the alternative term two-spirit emerged in 1990.

In the 17th and 18th centuries, French explorers, traders and missionaries in the Mississippi Valley (USA) and in the Vallée du Saint-Laurent (Canada) occasionally encountered Natives who could be classified neither as men nor women. They called them berdaches, referring to the French term for younger partners in male homosexual relationships. Berdaches did women’s work, cross-dressed or combined male and female clothing, and formed relationships with non-berdache men.

Beau Louis is 37-years-old, is almost 6-foot high, and weighs 176 pounds. His androgynous traits give him a special attractive look. He loves to wear tight jeans that highlight his wide ass and his prominent crotch. He also likes to adorn a skirt, but not just any skirt, one made of leather thongs from which his 12-inch “bizoune” (French slang for penis) emerges to tempt bottom guys. Beau Louis fits in a rare category, that of men with three testicles. He likes to talk like an anthropologist and say that his three balls represent respectively his homosexuality, his transgenderism and his intersexuality.

The “Cowboy and Indian” American stereotype does not offend Beau Louis because he likes the virile or macho look of a man wearing leather boots, a red handkerchief around the neck and a straw hat, sitting on the saddle of a horse, his ass sticking out, gleaming in the sun. He can’t wait to be caught like a prey and brought to a barn where all storylines are possible. Some cowboys just want to get sucked by an “Indian” and then fuck his nicely tanned ass, but others let him act differently. He can kiss on the lips, caress and lick the cowboy arse, tongue-twist his way inside the yummy hole, which he calls a “male vagina”. When he is granted the privilege of penetrating this satanic lair, he does not hesitate to ram his cock in a back-and-forth movement that makes the cowboy first cry out in pain, then moan eagerly with pleasure.

Last year, Beau Louis visited the Village along Toronto’s Church Street. As mentioned at the beginning, when he stepped into Woody’s bar, many heads turned around to admire him. A rather good-looking older man, around 60, lost no time to approach the newcomer with a not very original line, but with a smile and a wink.

“First time I see you here. Can I offer you a beer?”

“Nice of you to welcome me. Yes, I will take a Molson Canadian. Thank you.”

The waiter brought two beers and wished them a hot time at Woody’s. The cruising was off to a good start. The sixty-year-ol man introduced himself.

“My name is Paul François, I was born in southwestern Ontario, almost next door to Detroit. I’m a journalist for L’Express, Toronto’s French-language weekly paper. Where are you from?

“My name is Beau Louis, I’m originally from Wendake, close to Québec City. I’m a member of the Huron tribe. I’m fluent in Wyandot, French and English. I just moved to Toronto for a contract job at the Royal Ontario Museum.

On that note, the conversation switched from English to French with a cordial handshake. Paul held Beau’s hand longer than usual, pressing it warmly. Beau replied by brushing his knee on the leg of his beer partner, hoping that this cute “daddy” would be a sex partner before the end of the evening. They did meet, an hour later, in Paul’s condo on Alexander Street. He informed his trick that the round building is mainly occupied by gay men, and that it is nicknamed the Vaseline Tower.

“Are you saying this because you want to fuck me?” asked Beau.

“I’m versatile but tonight, your huge ass is so out of this world that I want to pound you for sure. I also want to eat your butt. I adore kissing on the lips and on the rear end hole back and forth. I find that so tasty, so fucking yummy!”

Paul and Beau first cuddled on the sofa, embraced warmly, and sipped a glass of Château des Charmes, a wine produced in the Niagara vineyards. They French-kissed passionately and discussed briefly about the berdache concept, about the tastes of Beau as both a Top dressed like a man and a Bottom dressed like a woman. When Paul started to unbutton his young partner’s jeans, the size of the uncut dick confirmed that they would both get laid.  “Fuck! Your dick is the size of an overgrown zucchini. I want you to face-fuck and ass-fuck me hard and deep!”

It was well past midnight by the time Beau left Vaseline Tower, but this get-together was not a one-night stand. They agreed to meet again over the weekend, to kiss, suck, rim, and fuck non-stop. It was not just a sexual game. Paul and Beau developed a social, intellectual and emotional complicity. They gradually became lovers. All this happened just a few weeks before the Truth and Reconciliation Day, celebrated on September 30th, 2021, for the first time. It is a solemn day to honor the lost children and survivors of the residential schools in Canada. Thousands of children from the First Nations were taken away from their parents, locked in schools run by religious orders, mainly Catholic, and forced to abandon their language, culture and spiritual traditions. This occurred between 1831 and 1996.

Getting back to fucking, Paul and Beau alternated in downloading their abundant cum load in a begging ass. When Beau’s cock and butt were enveloped in lace panties, it was a sign that he was in the Bottom mood, that he wanted Paul to take charge, to be macho like a cowboy or a bodybuilder in heat. When Paul saw the bulging leather jockstrap highlighting his partner’s bulge and framing his ass in a virile way, he knew that he would get fucked, that his male vagina was going to blossom, accommodating a manly engine capable of pouring out a torrent of creamy nectar. A raw fuck by Beau was always super-hot.

The relationship was lovingly monogamous. Often, after having had wild sexual intercourse, Paul would question his lover about the Two Spirit concept in order to write an article for L’Express. It is a term only appropriate for Native people. Two Spirit is a role that exists in a Native American/First Nations/Indigenous tribe for gender queer, gender fluid, and gender non-conforming tribal members. If you don’t have a tribe, you cannot claim that role. A Two Spirit person may be gay, but a gay person in not necessarily Two Spirit. Claiming that role engages you to take up the spiritual responsibility traditionally associated to the berdache: being for the people/children/youth, and being a guiding force in a good way with a good mind are just some of those responsibilities.