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Eulogy for an Aerialist

For the last seven years, I’ve called myself an Aerialist. It was a defining part of my identity, the basis of part of my social circle, and something from which I received great joy, but at a great cost. From an early age, I was “double-jointed” in my shoulders. The laxity in my shoulders had always been an interesting thing, worthy of showing off as a kid, but it was a huge liability when I started training aerial....