Fairytales are not what they seem.

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Sex. Pure unadulterated sex. When we think of sex, it is not usually in the context of a fairytale. Fairytales are for children, virgin ears. Over the years, fairytales have been “cleaned up” for young ears- we have become accustomed to the bland Disney versions of tales. How many of us can recount a version separate from the animated classics of our childhood? It is truly hard to believe that sometimes there are much more racy versions of these same tales.
Today, I ‘d like to share one such variation of Little Red Riding Hood called In the Company of Wolves, written by Angela Carter. I will recount ancient folklore of werewolves, introduce the sexually charged characters as I walk with you through the seemingly familiar yet much more raw path to grandmother’s house, and take you on a journey from virginity to womanhood.

TR*: We should begin by introducing some key werewolf folklore…


There was once a woman who married a man who vanished on her wedding night. The bride lay down on the bed and the groom said he was going out to relieve himself. She waited and waited but he didn’t return…all that was heard was howling coming on the wind from the forest. No remains were ever found, and the woman found herself another husband and had many children. One freezing night there was a knock at the door, and as she opened it she recognized him immediately. His clothes were in rags and his hair was long and filled with lice. Seeing she had remarried and had another man’s children, the first husband wished to be a wolf again so that he could teach “this whore” a lesson. After being killed by the second husband, the werewolf’s pelt was peeled off and he was just as he had been when he left his marriage bed.

They say there is an ointment that the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf, or that one born feet first and had a wolf for a father will be born a werewolf, with a man’s torso and the legs and genitals of a wolf. And a wolf’s heart.

Seven years is said to be the span of a werewolf, but if you burn his clothes, you condemn him to wolfishness for the rest of his life.

TR*: When Little Red Riding Hood sets out on her journey, it is midwinter, the worst time in all the year for werewolves.
Little Red, a strong-minded child insists on going off through the wood to bring her beloved grandmother some gifts. Her breasts have just begun to grow and s...

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...it into the fire. The bones under the bed clattered but she paid no mind. She would lay his fearful heard in her lap and pick out the lice from his pelt and put them in her own mouth and eat them, as she would do in a savage marriage ceremony.

All was silent and still. Snow shows the confusion of paw prints. Sweet and sound she sleeps in granny’s bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.


So now you know that there are some very different versions of tales then we are accustomed to.
You have heard some ancient folklore about werewolves, been introduced to the sexually charged characters, walked through the seemingly familiar yet much more raw path to grandmother’s house, and taken a journey from virginity to womanhood.
Perhaps this story is not really about real wolves. We have all at times seen the animal within ourselves, so perhaps the image of the wolf is used to represent what we try to suppress about our nature.

When Red throws his clothes into the fire, she is condemning him to wolfishness forever. She has embraced what we fear.

So I urge you to remember next time you watch a Disney movie with a child, that not is all as it seems in the land of fairytales.
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