1. When do you feel at your most attractive?

When I’m dancing.

2. Do you notice women on the street? If so, what sort of women do you tend to notice or admire?

No. I notice transfemmes. I admire risk and melodrama and playfulness.

3. What are some things you admire about how other women present themselves?

I admire how a woman who is comfortable in her body moves.

In my twenties it clicked that if I focused on texture and form, but kept everything in my wardrobe to only two colors, I would spend MUCH less time shopping for clothes and getting dressed. It would give me more time and attention for the things I prefer to give my time and attention to. In my forties it clicked that when i wear red lipstick to a meeting, I am shown more warmth and respect.

I pick one color and only look for items in that color.

Can you dance in it? If you are chased, can you run?

I buy in multiples: the cashmere sweaters I love, the basic t-shirts I finally found that fit me perfectly, black skirts . . . I like a uniform I can quickly mix and match with something one-of-a-kind or symbolic. It must travel well and never require ironing.

Yes.

I refuse to participate in fashion trends. Why follow fashion trends?

My mother’s style has not been passed down to me.

In high school I liked to wear the tuxedo shirt and cuff links my father was married in. I wore my grandfather’s silk cravats and cardigans.

Yes.
I have been gender fluid in my dressing since 1983.

I was a professional dancer. Someone once said to me: “When you’re dancing sometimes I can’t tell if you are male, female, plant or animal.” I loved that, because although I have the curves and breasts of a traditional hourglass that’s exactly how I FEEL.

I love my body. From age ten to twenty-four I struggled to love it. Then I truly owned that this body is mine and we can do incredible things and go to wild, transformative places.

I’m grateful for my mind. It has given me my greatest advantages in life.

The whole body is mind.

My mind is a shapeshifter. Sometimes conceiving architectures of thought; sometimes deep inside the perceiving, blooded thought; sometimes my nerves are frayed on the edge of understanding; then I find clear attention with intention; sometimes just chatter - my own voice or the voices of mediums trying to capture my attention.

My mind does not always think through language. It swoons, hears music, dreams.

I am not my emotions.
But I enjoy the taste and textures of them.
You can choose your attachments.
Only love and frustration have overwhelmed me.

A soft gray blanket.
Loose hair just past my shoulders, with bangs.
Plum lip balm.
Eyeliner and mascara.

Soft blankets are a sensual pleasure and keep me warm in winter and when I read in my hammock in the spring and fall. I always have plum lip balm in my pocket. Pockets are important to me.

When I was a curator my clothes represented the institution.

I have both.
Taste is discerning.
Style is expression.
I have built a second career around peoples interest in my taste.

Yes. My movement has its own distinct signature.

I have a black silk jumper that I slip into. No bra. No nothing. I feel free in my movement, comfortable, covered, beautiful.