I doubt it’s suicide or even duocide. Me and my buddy Jay used to do something similar to this all the time. We’d rope each other up neck-wise, loop the rope over a pulley wheel in his dad’s garage and then hop up and down, alternating who goes up with a grippy choker and who comes down with a woozy plop. I know what you’re thinking, “Hey buddy, wouldn’t the boths of yuhs be being choked no matters which-a ya’s was up or downs? By the way, I’m a dumbass.” Right you are, dumbass. And that was the point. It’s like a rollercoasty up and downy chokey swingy fun time, and if we were starting to brown out, then we’d both just stand up straight and go butt-to-butt. That’d keep enough slack in the rope to oxygeniate our thrill brains. We did this after school almost every day for hours, and I must say we were pretty good at it. It really made my days a dull blur in all the right ways. Plus, both our necks became incredible strong. It takes quite a lot of effort for sexual partners to choke us out, quite a lot indeed. None ever have for me, and I reckon none ever will. Well, Jay probably can do it, but we’re not and never will be sexual partners because we both agreed that we’re just not gay enough. Hey, maybe one day we’ll get there, though. All I know is that we maintain our chokey teeter tottering to this day, doing a pull and plop every weekend, and there’s no doubt in my mind I’m a better man because of it.