MOMMY

I love two men.

DADDY

I love two men.

ME.


I love two men.

I love two men. I want to have a relation with both of them. One lives with me. The other lives with his wife. Everybody knows about everybody. We negotiate. I tell my mother. My mother listens. My mother seems to understand. Or at least in a con- descending way. My mother tells to my father. My father thinks it is bad. He thinks one of the men is a homosexual. My father thinks the whole situation is very bad. My father meets the other man, the man I live with. They have a man-to-man conversation. My father tells him that I need to be controlled. I find out about the conversation. I am pissed. I feel betrayed. I write my parents a letter: A letter of divorce. They write me back. Each of them their own letter. And we start an exchange. I read them. I read them again and again. First I judge. I judge their voices of morality and truth. Our understanding of love seems incompatible. I read them again. Now with some distance. Where are we talking from? I watch ourselves behind these letters. My relation with these letters changes. I still feel haunted by the triangle. It seems to be embedded, internalized, tattooed in desire. Or, maybe I am just being overanalyzed by my mother, the ex-psychoanalyst. I have to identify the grounds we are speaking from. I have to speculate about these letters through the eyes of others. I send them to different specialists, asking them to read these letters. To read them through their professional gaze. (How hard is it to be detached when talking about love?) I ask them to react. To write. To send back their reading. The triangle becomes a polyphonic conversation. Here fragments of these thoughts are brought together. The roles of Mother, Father and Daughter are now judged, continued, identified with, expanded, rejected, reframed or replaced by other roles. This is a fictional conversation manipulated by me from beginning to end.


I love two men.

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I love two men.


Mommy, Daddy, Me
happened in different contexts, formats (a reading where the audience takes the roles in the written conversation, a performance where the artist embodies different voices for each roles, a dinner where the audience is invited to give their opinions on the topic, a set-up with undercover actors acting as if they are the real specialists...) and with the support of The Studio Sessions 2014, WTP #7 and the research center a.pass.

I love two men.

I love two men.

Special thanks to Beatriz Mecozzi and Inacio Zurita for opening up for a conversation beyond parenthood. To Steven Jouwersma and diogobo for their trust and love. To Bart Van den Eynde and Mylène Lauzon for their careful and precise dramaturgical advise. To Jean-Baptiste Veyret-Logerias for the voice coaching. To Lea for her inspiring musical participation. To the specialists Lieven Jonckheere, Alena Alexandrova, Fabiane Borges, Pieter Bonte, Maria Jose A. de Abreu and Johan Mertens for their committed responses. And to Einat Tuchman, Fleur Khani, Bart Groenendaal, Marcos Simões, Luanda Casella and Philippe Severyns for their energetic undercover acting during the last performance.