Last night. I lay in bed. “He soon comes with me.” I think. I’m looking forward. And then he doesn’t come. For me it takes a very long time. And then something happens in me. I’m closing. The feeling of rejoicing turns 90 degrees...
There I am on the dance floor. With a blindfold. The man who dances me holds me in a way that I find unpleasant … and I feel a ‘no’ welling up. It is time that I stand up for this, and show him with my hands that I don’t want to be touched. All kinds of fears shoot...
