2023
« Il y avait un bain chaud, une lumière tamisée, des noix de cajou, des massages entre les contractions, la chanson Courage de Lucie Joy, We are free de Gladiateur, Who runs the world de Beyonce et Chalouper de Gaël Faye. Et puis, il y a eu la chanson Respira de Natalia Doco et c’est là que j’ai respiré à plein poumons. Reconnectée à mon instinct, je me suis abandonnée, abandonnée à l’intensité de la douleur, abandonnée à ma peur de l’inconnu, abandonnée à la puissance de la vie. Tout s’est enchaîné : les grognements, mon instinct animal, bestiale, sauvage, indomptable, mes vibrations, mes cris, le vomi, les selles, mon corps qui se vidait brutalement, mon col qui se dilatait rapidement. C’était tellement intense. J’étais transcendée, et pourtant j’étais plus moi que moi : connectée au divin, au féminin sacrée, à toute ma puissance. Quelques minutes et une frayeur plus tard, un petit garçon a traversé mon vagin brûlant de mille feux. Cette accouchement physiologique, avec tous ces rebondissement et cette fin en salle d’accouchement, restera à jamais une expérience profondément féministe, ma danse des sorcières : de l’eau, du feu, de l’air et de la terre. »
— Lucile Boccon-Gibod
Gate keepers
"There was a warm bath, subdued lighting, cashew nuts, massages between contractions, the song Courage by Lucie Joy, We are free by Gladiateur, Who runs the world by Beyonce and Chalouper by Gaël Faye. Then came Natalia Doco's Respira, and that's when I took a deep breath. Reconnected to my instincts, I surrendered, surrendered to the intensity of the pain, surrendered to my fear of the unknown, surrendered to the power of life. Everything followed: the grunts, my animal instinct, bestial, wild, untamable, my vibrations, my screams, the vomit, the stools, my body suddenly emptying, my cervix rapidly dilating. It was so intense. I was transcended, and yet I was more me than me: connected to the divine, to the sacred feminine, to all my power. A few minutes and a fright later, a little boy came through my burning vagina. This physiological birth, with all its twists and turns and its end in the delivery room, will forever remain a profoundly feminist experience, my witches' dance of water, fire, air and earth.”
— Lucile Boccon-Gibod
Gate keepers
"There was a warm bath, subdued lighting, cashew nuts, massages between contractions, the song Courage by Lucie Joy, We are free by Gladiateur, Who runs the world by Beyonce and Chalouper by Gaël Faye. Then came Natalia Doco's Respira, and that's when I took a deep breath. Reconnected to my instincts, I surrendered, surrendered to the intensity of the pain, surrendered to my fear of the unknown, surrendered to the power of life. Everything followed: the grunts, my animal instinct, bestial, wild, untamable, my vibrations, my screams, the vomit, the stools, my body suddenly emptying, my cervix rapidly dilating. It was so intense. I was transcended, and yet I was more me than me: connected to the divine, to the sacred feminine, to all my power. A few minutes and a fright later, a little boy came through my burning vagina. This physiological birth, with all its twists and turns and its end in the delivery room, will forever remain a profoundly feminist experience, my witches' dance of water, fire, air and earth.”
