The nocturnal Tokyo was coldly gleaming with neon, and I was silently rehearsing for tomorrow’s performance. The tight knot of anticipation prodded me like a nervous lover, aching for release. I was dwelling in a world where the traditional Japanese norms about conservative emotions and binary sexuality were being challenged. As an audacious non-binary performance artist, at the youthful age of 27, I was gleefully tearing down these crippling walls, one performance at a time.
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Looking back, I became aware of my past self: a shy and repressed individual hiding behind the garb of societal acceptable norms, always afraid of revealing their true colors. Now, standing at this precipice of curiosity and confidence, I realize that I am not merely shedding clothes during performances, but layers of self-doubt and societal pressures. As the proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes, I too have risen from my fears—transformed, evolved, and reborn in my truest form. My art is my liberation, my confession, my joy and my quest. I am more than my gender, my art is more than an act, and my performance, it's a celebration of this truth. ὠ9
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