Demimondaine



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DEMIMONDAINE: noun \ˌde-mi-ˌmän-ˈdān, -ˈmän-ˌ, -mē-\
a woman supported by a wealthy lover.

 
There is a saying, "I wear a lot of hats"... 

But in my case, it would be more accurate to say "I wear a lot of shoes".    Both literally and figuratively.     Flamenco shoes.    Tap shoes.    Character shoes.   Ballet shoes.    Pointe shoes, soon enough.   Stilettos.   Boots.   Boots with stilettos.   

Shoes are an obsession.   And stockings.  I cannot get enough Wolfords, and I spend a good deal of time hunting them down on eBay like the endangered trophy creatures that they are.

In all seriousness...

I oversee two households, mine and JC's.    JC is my lover.  Although I think 'lover' sounds very pretentious. "Accomplice" is probably a far more accurate word for our relationship. "Co-Conspirator". Something that says, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" - in the good way, of course.    JC is my confederate.

So yes, shoes are an obsession, but they also define who I am, at the time I am wearing them.    Sometimes I am an actor, sometimes a singer, sometimes a dancer, sometimes a Killer Queen.   Sometimes I am all of the above, at one and the same time.

I study acting, dance and voice.   I write.    I  direct for stage.    I audition and perform in shows every chance I get. The fine arts are my passion, my life, my raison d'etre.

My love of the arts - music, dance, theatre, literature, architecture, and, of course, art, is reflected in my personal style - wherever possible.   I say "wherever possible', because as I type this, I am wearing dance leggings, two tank tops, a pair of JC's socks, and one of his sweatshirts.  


 So at the moment, I look somewhat like this...

 
 In all fairness, it is nearly midnight as I write this, and I am rebounding from a cold that knocked me on my butt for three days. 

 
But in an ideal world, where my car isn't parked five blocks from JC's condo, or I'm about to spend several sweaty hours in a dance studio, or crawling around in class pretending to be a cat, this is more to my liking...



This is what I'm talking about...
Bold

and this....





and speaking of shoes....




So anyway... this blog.    It's a diary, of sorts.   A public one, which means, of course, you won't get all the juiciest bits - although the bits you get will be pretty salacious sometimes.    Or sarcastic.   Or kind of funny.    Possibly uplifting - but don't bank on it.    

But mostly what you are going to get, are the musings of an old-fashioned sort of girl - the kind of girl who never pays for her own drinks, or gets her own door, if there's someone around to open it for her.





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