The Training of Camille - Session 2

Camille's encouragement turned the session into a more personal, more passionate, more intimate moment. We were no longer rehearsing a escene for the sake of the film, we were no longer at work. It became personal, intense ... in other words, it became foreplay.

Was it a curse? I asked myself when I was young. I loved women, I love women, I have the greatest respect and admiration for women and there's nothing that I hope more than for women to be free, strong and independent. So why do I want their suffering? This question plagued me for years and years and years. I had girlfriends who were so PC that only the idea of tying them up horrified me. And I always thought that any woman would be horrified with the idea. But I learned early on that what was arousing to me, it was also arousing to them.

Lucky me, when I pulled Camilles' tee shirt to bring her closer to me, I knew she was aroused. Her movements changed, she was no longer playing the victim, she was seducing me with her dance. The dance of the body in pain. Pretend pain. Who wants the real one when the performance looks better?