It's something of a balancing act, being a peep show dancer and a cutter. I have an ever-expanding collection of arm-warmers, in order to cover my canvas of choice. Gloves won't do 'cause I need my hands and fingers free for private shows. The other day, I considered cutting on my legs, and then immediately realized how problematic that would be when it came time to appear onstage.
I imagine some will read this and be aghast at this admission, but truth be told, there are far worse things I could be doing to myself, like shooting up heroin or doing meth or smoking cigarettes. (Those things will kill you for sure.) So I don't worry about it too much. If it gives me the release I need in order to live through another fucking day, then it must be doing some good. I've just never had a job where I had to worry about covering it up before. Another lesson learned at the peep show ...
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