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It took a good long while, deciding what to wear, contemplating how I’d look, stringing myself up. But there I was; on display for the crowd which shuffled in and gaped towards the performance. Over the shuffle of my heels and fussing of my fingernails, I could hear a delicate, ubiquitous murmur rising from the onlookers. They were talking about me, & I liked that. All the hurt and flagellation I had chosen to endure was worth it in that moment. A funny sense of pride wormed its way throughout me. I carved this path forward, & even though it ended with myself upon a rope, hung and goggled at, not held back from this potentially fruitless path — well, that was just fine by me.
