Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-22 17:33:20.307 -0600
Observation
These are not Masks.
Though I seek purity in the presentation of myself, as though I am but one woman, one mother, one lover.
I am more than one storied life on a storied landscape. I am multiple.
As I grow old, I celebrate the deaths of the people I used to be and the people I did not become.
I am masquerading.
Response 1
This is not a Mask.
This is the skin I am shedding.
Disturbingly messy, but a new becoming.
There is no true self.
For we are always masquerading.
Response 2
This Mask gives a sense of belonging.
A break from the biting cold, the unrelenting eyes, the ever-present destruction.
It is the blanket pulled over your shoulder in the night.
Response 3
Maude raises her glass to Alexander, the clinking muffled by Edwin's groans.
Alexander asks, "What's next?" As he feels Maude rest her foot on him.
She pretends not to hear him.
Masquerade Rule #2: A story never ends.
Revision
Perhaps you fear my horns. Evolution is the discourse of men, a simple explanation. Can you see the chaos I am orchestrating?
