Me, For Better or For Worse

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You have seen more and more posts and pictures of all that is me, my actual hair. No pretense. Me, out in very public ways. No fear. No concerns. No inhibitions. In my recent Pink Fog post, I went full on girly girl. My own actual hair. I had also done that in recent pickleball games. In the league I joined, I dressed for the first few weeks and then it became logistically complicated, so I simply then played as myself. I did that for practical reasons and because my competitive spirit wanted me to start to impose my will on the games. I am not exaggerating, my partner, who is quite capable, was pelted with shot after shot because no one would test me. Game after game. She had to play probably 85% of every shot. Yeah, pissed me off…

Anyhoo, October 21, 2025, the briefest of outings. I was home alone and worked that day. My wife was on her way to see our grandson, me to follow a few days later. So, I went out to dinner, sat at the bar, had a few cocktails and the absolutely best meal I can eat, a tempura shrimp bowl. Crack in a bowl. That’s it. That was the outing. No real interactions and also, no attention was paid to me, meaning I didn’t stand out in a negative way. I had purchased a new long wig this day, was not sure about it so I then went commando, as it were, up top.

Yes, I am old and deteriorating. Yes, my Rogaine fueled hair (finasteride, my prostate medication is AKA Rogaine and has the expected side effects, the rat’s nest seen here as well as the cleavage also seen here) is greying considerably.

October 22, 2025, league pickleball playoffs. We weren’t great record-wise, but we qualified for the payoffs much like the NBA where they only eliminate a few teams. The rat’s nest and a cute nod to our Cavs got out and we played two highly competitive games, twice going into OT, to beat a team that had a much better record than we did. We got killed the next round, but hey, it was great fun! I made what could have been a strategic mistake, stopping on the way home for some liquor. I walked into the Giant Eagle, where a state liquor store is located. I passed two security guards (not a good sign) and stood in line (remember, looking like this) behind probably five African American gentlemen. Nothing happened, I drove away safely, but maybe I should have been smarter (or looked better).

Yes, I do go in public this way….