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My body at the session - Anthony Frontenac written in french
I thought about the anorexia of my bank account, those long afternoons with the thesis, the boredom of teaching a foreign language to kids, the lack of valorization of my ego since the end of the big competitions. skating. And this stranger who only waited for this, that we offer ourselves to him in youth, in a lascivious and controlled abandon ... Calmly, I resolved to try.
He came once. The money was there, fascinating substrate of a moment almost stolen at the time. He came twice. I closed the door, surprised and happy to offer words as much as my body.
He came again. I opened the door ... without further apprehension ... now aware of giving my body to the session.