From 6435139fd4776e4eacdbb3c265bb81a4eaeca3a3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2023 11:50:06 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- diary/2023-01-04.md | 2 ++ 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+) diff --git a/diary/2023-01-04.md b/diary/2023-01-04.md index 2a8040fc..357903eb 100644 --- a/diary/2023-01-04.md +++ b/diary/2023-01-04.md @@ -37,3 +37,5 @@ I think that's sort of what I wanted. There was catharsis in publishing this or that about sexuality or depression, sure, but what I wanted to do was to disappear into the crowd, to stop being Madison for a little bit, and just be a person: a nameless, faceless person among however many billion other nameless, faceless people. I got depressed. I felt happy. I felt pride and shame, I was just a person, despite me wearing that mask of individuality or visibility. I posted the rest of my stuff on Patreon after that, but my partner stopped reading stuff in installments and would only wait until she got her copy of the book to read it through. I wonder how much of that was a defense mechanism after so many months of deafening vulnerability. + + (Continue into essay for PS blog?)