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- What are you doing? - I'm coming!

What are you doing? Stop it!

You piss me off!

- What are you gonna do? - You're gonna get it.

Shit!

No!

You're such a pain!

- It's weird for me too. - Drop it.

Trust me for once.

I've got scars I don't like.

They messed up my circumcision too. Really, I don't care.

ABOUT SASHA

- Hello? - Loé?

It's Sasha.

Sasha, yes, you left me a message. I'm glad you called.

I'm sorry, it's late. It's just that...

Don't worry. I'm listening.

I just found out some horrible stuff about myself.

I don't really know where to start.

I think that I'm...

I'm not sure, but I think I'm...

Intersex?

Yes.

Basically, I'm a guy.

I was a guy.

I've no beard, no pubic hair...

My body is horrible.

I've got scars everywhere,

even on my...

That's it. I'm a freak.

A freak, really?

I'm sick of this illness I've had since I was little.

You're not ill, Sasha.

What? You want to know how many operations I've had?

You were operated on by stupid doctors,

who wanted to make your body conform to a norm.

But having a body that doesn't conform isn't an illness.

You don't need to be fixed or cured.

You can live perfectly well as you are.

I can't stay like this.

That's bullshit!

I look a mess!

No, you look like an intersex person,

like hundreds of thousands of people all over the world.

Doctors don't know which box to put you in.

For them it's simple, binary.

Girls one side, boys the other.

But in reality, it's much more complex.

What's important is knowing there's nothing wrong with who you are.

Look at that guy.

It's the future you, only better.

It's your husband, if you put on makeup with a trowel.

You'd look lovely like this.

You're dead!

I can confirm, you're better without makeup.

Why are you here?

OK, Pauline?

- You following me? - You're not the centre of the world.

This temple to consumption belongs to my parents.

Did you get eggs?

Well done. Great.

How old are you both?

Hello.

Hello. I'm Anna, a friend of Sasha's.

- The famous Anna. - I never mentioned her.

Didn't you?

Are you sure?

Come for dinner some time.

Lovely. I'm alone tonight.

My parents are working late.

A change would be great.

- Hello. - Hi.

Anna, Sasha's friend,

who'd like to eat with us tonight,

but we're still unpacking, so maybe not.

It's no problem! I can share Sasha's bed, I'm easy!

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

I do it all the time with Meeva. 7pm OK?

Send me the address?

See you later!

Later...

Thanks, Mum.

- Are you serious? - I did nothing!

- I didn't... - You're a pain.

This crappy old lamp is knackered.

- What language! Who raised you? - An arsehole.

Watch your bloody mouth!

Mum, I found another pair of skates.

I'm sure to win the championship with them.

- How much are they? - Two birthdays and half a Christmas.

But think that Sasha wants to chip in.

Dream on!

Speaking of celebrations, how were your grades?

It's the weekend! It's the Lord's sacred day,

consecrated to the Divine presence.

No, really. How were they?

- Our grades? - Yes, your grades.

We're not graded any more.

They finally realised the idea was Medieval.

The spirit of competition is dead.

Yeah, it's dead,

and they'll mark your bac with red and blue crosses,

and you're taking the piss!

Did you book with the endocrinologist?

- What's that to do with it? - I'm interested.

- You're interested? - You live in my house.

Seriously! Have you all decided to piss me off today?

You needn't sulk because your girlfriend's sleeping over!

- You OK? - Yeah, how about you?

Cool. What kept you?

My parents wouldn't let me go.

Oh, right... So, are you going to show me?

OK. Be careful with him.

Yeah, don't worry.

I'll do it quickly. Watch, it's awesome.

Go on.

Not bad.

No, really, it's not bad.

I like it, but I've got an idea.

If you did something like this when you come in.

Something like, you come in and you go...

You go like this.

You arrive like this.

It would be even more...

That's what I'd advise. But you don't have to do it.

I'm sorry, but I do know a bit about it.

How?

My uncle Faruk.

Three times world champion.

World figure skating champion.

- Bullshit. - He did the Olympics in Tokyo, Rio...

- What's his surname? - Faruk.

His surname's Faruk?

- Faruk Faruk? - Yeah.

- You taking the piss? - No.

Faruk Berzugi, my uncle. Same surname as me.

I'd know him if he'd won that many championships.

You wouldn't, he's not very well known.

He's better known as Philippe Candeloro.

- You're talking shit! - It's his pseudonym...

His stage name.

Honestly...

Oh, my... if only you knew...

- Just go home. - Yeah, well...

I'm not going because you told me. My mother told me.

Yeah, sure.

Want me to cancel? Say you've got a sudden stomach bug?

Got a more embarrassing excuse?

No, don't worry, it'll be all right.

We can throw this out.

- Hi. - Hello!

Isn't Sasha here?

She's having a poo. I'll show you around.

This is my room. Sit on the bed if you like.

Nice vibe.

You think?

Yeah, it's cool.

I hoarded food too when I was little.

I'm not little.

You are a bit.

Is that Sasha?

Coming?

- Would you like some more? - No, thanks.

- Yes, it's good! - No...

It's funny, Anna found the photo of our cousin,

who does motocross with Dad.

That's enough!

Do you have any hidden talents?

No.

Everyone has hidden talents.

I smoke cigarettes with my arse.

I blow smoke rings when I fart.

- Arsehole! - Yeah,

Our cousin was ugly!

All the guys loved Sasha.

- Really? - The ugly ones!

Shut up!

- Bullshit! - They looked like horses' arses!

How about the guy you snogged last summer?

You did what?

He was like a lizard with his pointy tongue!

Was Elias Samyara better with his lemur face?

OK, that's enough.

You're not finishing, Anna? Don't you like it?

I can reheat it. Shall I?

What is this?

Five-star canned food. Her speciality.

Is that how it is tonight? We've come to this?

I work. If you're not happy,

look, the kitchen's over there.

You work? What do you do?

I've gone back to studying psychology

and it's a lot of fun.

More fun than accountancy.

Interesting.

It's brave at your age.

Not everyone would do that.

Well,

I think we've finished.

Let's clear the table.

I'm going to smoke a cigarette, if you don't mind.

I didn't say a word.

I'm not even 40!

Don't write me off yet, OK.

- Do you need help? - No, I don't!

I wish I'd broken my leg

instead of meeting you and wasting

20 years of my life wiping your kids' arses.

We'll leave you to take your pills!

Yes! Tranquillisers Forever, Mum!

- Sure you don't need help? - Piss off.

Go and light a cigarette with your arse!

- Go on... - Make it jerky...

Make everything jerky. Keep doing that. Go on!

Jerky...

- What are you doing? - Shut up!

I can't sleep with you laughing! I'm working tomorrow!

She's such a pain! She acts like your mother.

Come on, tell me. "Herpes" has to come from somewhere.

It's wrong to gossip.

I can't believe I'm going to tell you.

Cynthia and I used to be really good friends.

You're kidding! She can't stand you!

I swear.

We got on really well.

That was before she got so dumb.

Yeah, but "Herpes"?

It's really stupid.

When she was with her ex, she had a big problem.

She couldn't sleep with him.

Couldn't or didn't want to?

Wait, I'll tell you.

She gave him the "AUM" trip.

"Abstinence-until-marriage".

Crazy Christian "I believe in God" shit.

But the best thing was, in actual fact,

she had an itchy pussy!

OK.

An STD, it was really gross.

She couldn't sleep with him, it was impossible.

But he was pressurising her.

In the end she had to confess.

Of course, he was disgusted.

Imagine, your chick has an itchy pussy!

So he told everyone.

That's where she got the name.

That's why she got mean.

- That's horrible! Poor thing. - Not poor thing.

If she's nice she'll be cured!

Everyone knows that.

But weird pussies...

No one wants that.

Apart from Sam, perhaps.

He's lusting over some tall blonde fireman.

He says he's like Thor. I can't imagine what he looks like.

I'm glad I'm sleeping at your house.

Me too.

Not that I'm sleeping at your house, but you're at mine.

Meeva says you're shady.

I know it's BS, don't worry.

That girl's so possessive with me.

It's worse since we've been hanging out.

You're really independent.

You're like a cat.

I love that.

Is that true?

No, it's not.

Arsehole!

The girls at my old school made my life hell.

I got anonymous phone calls...

Insults...

I act smart, so it doesn't show,

but deep down I was so lonely.

And so unhappy...

But those girls were right.

I was 13, in 8th grade

and I slept with 2 guys in one week.

The first was called Robin.

I was madly in love with him. And he dumped me.

I took revenge by sleeping with his best friend.

He didn't give a shit.

It was really stupid.

No, you were hurt.

I never told anyone.

No one knows but you.

It's all right, calm down.

You look so sad.

You know, we didn't just move here because of my parents' work.

That's what we said.

What do you mean? What are you talking about?

It's nothing, your attitude.

You've been through something big.

You're not like the bitches at school,

talking about their hair and nail polish all day.

Student ennui...

Yeah...

Student ennui.

Even the silence about your old friends.

Your new number, no tales from the past...

Who is Elias?

Did he hurt you?

- I'll kill the little prick... - No, stop...

Don't do that.

Can I do this?

You have to go home.

It's OK, I was kidding. Calm down.

Sorry, you have to go home.

Why be so dramatic?

You know what time it is?

Sasha, I'm talking to you!

Are you sure?

I made a bet with Meeva.

She said you were a lesbian.

She was right.

Imagine the thing between your legs stopping you sleeping with someone.

Lying all the time to hide it?

I'm intersex, Sasha, like you.

It's awful that you were made to feel abnormal,

and suffered so much violence to conform to an arbitrary social norm.

What did my parents want?

To make me into a bloke who likes big cars?

I've never been a normal guy.

I'm tired of the world of men, so tired.

The violence, the endless judgements,

the endless comparisons.

Have the biggest, be the funniest,

be the most sensitive, because you can't be a brute.

Know how to fight,

what to say all the time, at the right time,

come out with a joke that will make everyone laugh.

That's not me! Seriously! That's never been me!

I'd rather have this thing ripped off.

That it could disappear and they'd make me a hole instead.

It would be easier.

I might be better at being a girl, it would be so much easier.

At least I'd be normal.

You are normal.

You were raised as a boy, OK,

but you might, just as easily, have been raised as a girl.

It's up to you to find your gender identity.

And whether you're a girl, a boy,

or a non-binary person, it's OK.

It's up to you to decide

what makes most sense to you, how you feel best.

Why did nobody ever tell me that?

Why have I always been lied to?

I'm not sure I can answer that.

Doctors lie...

because they don't think parents can understand,

and parents lie...

because they're told to.

They're told it's the best way to protect their child and themselves.

It's a nightmare.