Literally from ‘Life is but a dream’ by Julie Cafmeyer
“In the spring of 2015, the fifty-year-old theater director invited me for a massage. I was a twenty-seven-year-old theater student with neck pain. The theater director specialized in releasing stored tensions in the body. Every time I came to the theater, he had it about new tantra, a course in which he rediscovered his sexuality.
If you want to know yourself, you have to dare to let your inner whore out. After all, everyone wants to get fucked, right? Why shouldn’t you show that? An entertaining course, although he did say that anyone who wants to go to the second level must be prepared to undergo anal sex. Anyone who works at De Rotonde theater receives free advice for a satisfying sex life.”
“In the years that followed, I was able to make several theater performances, thanks to the theater director.”
“It is a time when men like Bart De Pauw and Jan Fabre are being publicly accused. I hear vague rumors that the theater director is also dealing with complaints. I never had the plan to file a complaint about the massage in his living room. For To me that was an adventure, something I had asked for, something I have not yet regretted. Does he become afraid of me from that moment on?”
“I go to a reporting center for inappropriate behavior. I am helped by a man who I will call the official. […] I send an email to the theater director, the footman and the civil servant in cc: ‘Look, I wanted to ask you kindly if you might – stop intimidation when I write a column about MeToo – stop making sexist and sexually suggestive comments – stop to invite me to your home. Can we talk about this?’”
