Normalcy Trinkling Down ...
Jacques Prévert
I like learning from others.
And on the other [very-extreme-end-of-(my)] hand, I realised it's getting easier to weave my way through words, and passages because my need for concealment or trickery is somehow or rather, becoming diminutive and docile.
It's almost as if I am a woman on a stage, all dressed up to resemble a deer -down to the brown fur, four hooves and petite snout-, and ready to play the part of... a gentle, deer-like woman with big doleful eyes, and a sanitary complex.
Well, bottom line is: it's sort of less indirect and more direct, less guilt and more pleasure taken in throwing myself in what I would usually call a "perilous-&-demeaning-situation,-Mdm!".
And at the very end of the show, everyone will shout out, "Tu sei un pazzo imbecille!" in howling unison, and throw their arms towards the stage, like angry agronomists in an agrarian uprising, in a bid to claw me ("you deer, or ragazaa!!?") out.
Who cares. I am warm, comfortable, and gay where I am, so I will probably just shrug it off with an earth-shattering guffaw and trot off.
(Did I just out myself?)
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