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Learning to Cry at the Russian Ballet

It was a lot of pressure, I thought, to hydrate well, walk in there, sit down, and cry.

Photo by Ahmad Odeh on Unsplash

My mother cries. She cries when people die or are born, fail or succeed, graduate, marry, love, lose, lie, give thoughtful Christmas presents. My mother also cries at the ballet.

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Benjamin Davis

Benjamin Davis

columnist: Lustery | co-founder: Sexography | My writing is like a bunch of people at a party trying to tell different jokes at the same. But hornier.