Tag: mens-work
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The Piercing and the Return
Seven years. That’s how long I had been lost to myself. Seven years of wearing someone else’s life like an ill-fitting suit: polite smiles, muted opinions, a voice that apologized for existing. I had old friend groups that remembered the version 1.0 of me, the loud, weird, fearless kid who quoted Chuang Tzu between shots…
The Half-assed Taoist 