David

« I can only sing as a woman » A friend of mine told a few words about Lachantal Peemzhawell, a disguised singer surrounded by some members of the Rabeats’s band during her concerts. She is showing me in. I am following her to the stairs. She’s got high heels and is wearing a perfumed wig. She’s explaining to me : «Womanhood is a secret thing yet it is very artificial/unnatural as well. » I feel as if I was acting in an Almodovar’s movie. I am smiling at her, utterly enticed. She is relating me her short-lived career as a singer, her parts as an actress, her life both as a man and woman. Little by little, Lachantal opens her heart to me and allows me to meet David, the man who works in a hotel, far from fairy tales and glittering lives. The little boy who,when younger, dressed up and dreamed of being a woman. The little boy who was fat and ugly. He has always been told so. Fat and ugly. David’s mother died when he was young. People said to him he looked like his mother.