So here I am once again...blogging...I've cried out all the tears I have for the moment and this medium allows me to reflect on some important decisions.
Three and a half years ago I performed a piece of dance/theatre about rape. That performance almost destroyed me. The first night, I gave my all and it felt pretty amazing, the piece worked exactly as I had expected and the audience was clearly shocked and touched. However the second day I was interviewed by a newspaper and asked to wear a dress like the one I was wearing the night I was raped at 15 years old. I should never have put myself under so much pressure. I always want to think that I can do anything, that everything that gets the subject of rape talked about and in the public eye is good, but that day I sacrificed myself and my art. I had some sort of outer body experience whilst on stage and felt like I was just going through the motions, I simply didn't have the energy to truly feel what I wanted to portray. The following night I explained my project to the audience and finished with questions and answers and that was probably the best decision ever - one wonderful man lade ithe ingenius comment 'When are you going to stop punishing yourself?' the penny didn't drop straight away but over time I recognised to what extent his question had been valid....and still is...
Monday, 8 February 2016
Sunday, 7 February 2016
Naked Clitors
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyawdsBFMRE
Vidéo viewed sur youtube over 6 million times then deleted without warning!!!
For my wonderful friends - victimes of this horrendous torture :-(
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