Oh, yes, (s)he is (oh, yes (s)he is)
Oh, yes, (s)he is (oh, yes (s)he is)
(S)He flits from shop to shop, just like a butterfly
In matters of the cloth (s)he is as fickle as can be
‘Cause (s)he’s a dedicated follower of fashion

(S)He’s a dedicated follower of fashion
(S)He’s a dedicated follower of fashion

With apologies to Ray Davies, this gal is one dedicated follower of fashion! A gem from 1965.

So the day finally arrived, the DJC Play and Fashion Show, October 24, 2026.

After two months of rehearsals, I finally came to understand what I got into. Our leader suffered from domestic violence and made it her mission to create awareness. DJC means death, jail or change, the three outcomes of domestic violence. I am so thankful to have been a participant. I reported to the show at 11AM, headed home at around 10:30PM. Long, long day for me.

You have to understand, outside of one other model, the model of all models, I was it for the Caucasians. Anna, the other Caucasian, is about 6’4″, spectacularly thin, gorgeous beyond words, but only spent about 30 minutes at these rehearsals. I was an island and I was completely beloved and valued. When I walked, I got tremendous feedback. Those who were brought in as talent, to perform, sought me out to hug me because of who and what I am. Amazing, amazing, amazing…

I want to say here a HUGE thank you to my BFF, Sherry. She came to watch the show (the third Caucasian there). The show was wayyyyyyyyy too long. I cannot thank her enough for coming. It meant everything to me.

I walked for the designer who got me involved. I walked twice for a darling designer. I walked for my beloved friend Kathy. I walked three “self” (I provided the outfit) scenes, one of which was straight lingerie. I existed in the model room like any other of the ladies. That means we are going from one outfit to another; many time just in bra and panties. Also, we are who we are, many in shape wear, pasties, wherever is needed. I always got love.

Let’s let your hostess tell you what she was feeling midday on show day.

The pictures here will speak for themselves. The maroon dress (JCPenney, $5 clearance) was how I arrived, what I wore most of the day, what I wore home, what the bartenders at the Mexican restaurant next door saw me in three times. I always brought it when involved. I always got love. I always was open and honest. I always was me. This was amazing, amazing that I did this, amazing that I fit in, amazing that I didn’t disappoint.

The Dichotomy of Me

Ever live both genders to the extreme in one day?

August 17, 2022 was a day that included all the parts that make up “me”.

The morning started with my daily grind, attacking my new goal: Boston 2024. I must erase that awful time that I posted in April. If that is all I get, I will be eternally satisfied and extremely proud. But I need to prove to myself that either that was all I am capable of now or that it was an anomaly and that I can do much, much better. My legs have not felt this good in a long time thanks to a dedicated low impact, high intensity training program and my facing the fact that I have arthritis and taking medication for that. The month before Boston earlier this year, I could barely walk for the month prior. On this morning, I attacked a tremendous elliptical climb. The very male side of me.

Then it was time to shear myself, do my makeup and get to “work”.

I did a favorite thing, hit two clothing exchanges, getting rid of a number of items and rolling that into a few “new” items. The first stop was in Cleveland’s Ohio City neighborhood, where I also did my photo shoot. At the end of this part of my day, I acquired an MK cross body purse, a cable-knit turtleneck and a real cool pair of white capris with black stripes, which made my backside look really great!

I then reported to the art museum and had a fairly quiet shift, working with a delightful woman and meeting a few new friends!

Then the dichotomy continued. I went home and got scrubbed really well. A few hours later I got together with a number of high school and/or college friends for some drinks and some more drinks. A number of us went to the same high school, played football together and went to the same college, living with each other on occasion. We are bound for life by many mutual experiences over these formative years as well as a great deal of alcohol, spanning the entirety of those eight years. I got to tell my Boston stories, which I always enjoy and see friends I have known for almost fifty years. And no, they have no clue about the woman you see here. Damn, I’m old….

One of my lifelong friends offered me an opportunity that I will be taking, to supplement my current income stream. Another benefit from this day!

One day…..two genders….one me.

I know people…

Me and Ohio’s Governor-Elect, last year.