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Mireille Perron



Mireille Perron was a teacher of mine at an art school and as an adult student she was younger than me by a few years. I fell in love with her french Montreal voice, it was pure affection to my love starved ears.

After I graduated I would see her at parties and we would talk, eventually she said she couldn’t anymore as she didn’t want to lose her husband, Bill Rogers. A husband who controlled who she spoke to.
Her husband was meeting my lover Thayre Angliss, according to Thayre, once a week for a blow job and had been for years. I don’t think I ever informed on them. I just felt depressed, a usual reaction to an unusual situation. I got a new lover, of course.

I don’t know what happened to Mireille. 

The Art School community of the time was scapegoating me with smears after I went on national radio and talked about the drug and alcohol abuse of the teachers there and how it was abandoning and abusive of the students. 

We lost touch…

Jerald is a Canadian visual artist, educator and essayist with a focus on personal history through the lens of REBT, rational emotive behavioural therapy, the work of Dr. Albert Ellis. After a debilitating stroke in 2017, he re-tuned his studio to write and explore creating/editing time based art. He has since published 12 books of personal essays and photo-based artwork, the most recent published title Intimate Writings A Living Autobiography “Warning, confidential matters will be discussed.”was released in the winter 2024. His website is jeraldblackstock.ca

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