Friday, August 21, 2015

Letter to Mens Designers from Someone Without a Penis Who Looks Good in Their Clothes

WARNING: the following article was written after consuming a lot of icecream while listening to SIA and WoodKid on repeat. Therefore it's chock full of concepts and statements that are a little awkward and overly boisterous. Definitely tangential in a bulletpointed way. Most certainly it's a little cocky, but hey- that's the mood I'm in today. So...welcome. 

Dear "Mens" Designers 

What are you afraid of? Why can't you put me in your clothing for advertisements or runway shows? What qualities do men have that I do not?

If you are concerned about the physiological attributes needed to fill out your garments in the most effective way...I get it. Granted I do not have a penis. My pecs aren't firm and square...they're firm and round. Growing facial hair is not my forte and likely not possible without steroids. 

But so what? Is that all your brand means when you wear it? Does it stand for penis, beards, and pecs? Or does it stand for something bigger?

When someone buys a garment or accessory it's because they feel it says something about them that can be heard without even having to vocalize a single word. 

Most times they aren't purchasing an item so that people know they are penis or pec capable. Most times they purchase and don something because it says they are delicate or adventurous or fancy or ready for hard work or efficient or bright and bold. 

Clothing is beyond the basic necessity of protecting our flesh from the elements. It's about creating a microenvironment for ourselves. A safe haven of expectation and culture. 

So what culture are you trying to promote that your clothing is most beneficial in?

Is it that you feel the people wearing your clothing are more likely to attract a sexual partner? Or to put it bluntly.... Do you feel that your wares are supposed to help MEN attract WOMEN? And when you put MODELS in your garments on the runways you are looking for MEN who are already capable of attracting WOMEN and mayyyybe other MEN? Just so it's easier to illustrate your point?

Well if that's the case, then heads up- I fit that check mark. In your clothing, other brands of clothing, and NO clothing I've found I'm more than capable of attracting the WOMEN annnnd MEN that I want. Trust me, I know what women want sexually and emotionally...I am one. And I give them exactly what they need except for a baby biologically. but that saving on birth control and lube sure is a persuasive perk. I could give any male model in your line up a run for their money. 

You may be like...Ok I Get It...You're Gay. Woot. (or whatever your lingo is). But what about actually fitting the clothing? You've got to be tall, toned, broad shouldered. 

Well geez are you in luck! I'm 6'2 so...not to freak you out but just because I have a clitoris does mean it stunted my upward growth. My shoulders? Well they are farmerstyle, broad and toned from years of manual labor. Also surprise but people with ovaries aren't always born into manicures and tea parties. Exhibit A.

Oh what? You want someone who isn't soft and gentle. Delicate or afraid. You want someone who exudes confidence?Someone who you feel can carry you out of a burning building? Someone who is a real gladiator and take a punch? Someone who isn't looking for a break? 

Well while I can certainly play the soft role of letting someone else take the lead. Flipping my three inch long hair to get it out of my eyes and flicking my wrist to emphasize a statement like I'm drunk. Using a slow lean with cleavage like a promise or a badge to coherse someone to treat me better...  I can do all this, but that isn't all I do. While there's nothing wrong with playing on "grace" to get me by- let me tell you, I'm a shrewd business person. I'll do what works to get me further without hurting others or compromising my moral compass. The end goal of creating a safer world is all that matters. 

But don't be afraid of that "soft" side of me. I have many sides. If you were in danger, I have no problem taking a punch for you. I won't leave you behind in the case of a fire...I WILL carry you out. I will defend you in the case of aggression both verbally and physically.

As far as someone who exudes confidence... Confidence comes from being at peace with yourself. Knowing yourself and not being afraid of your limitations. My journey to self discovery as not just someone with female sex organs.. but someone who is sexually interested in other people with female sex organs and on a large public scale has been one that has forced me to be more okay with who I am than most people ever will be. I have to be unapologetically me, or I will drown in other people's disapproval and oppression. I have fought a war that may never end. I'm confident I will continue to do so and nothing you can tell me will make me afraid of you or chip away at my identity. 

If all you are looking for is a label. That term that I'm a Man. If you're just afraid of the whispers that you are not taking your craft seriously by pandering to a woman then Dammit call me a man. I don't care. in all reality... I am nothing. Neither a man nor woman. I am a human. I just have specific anatomical capacities that I am satiated with and do not want to change.

Don't be afraid of my clitoris. It's not my story. 

My story is my path, both past and future. The path I am on, it's limitless. It's infinite. It's unobtainable by another because it's mine. My path is that of a woman only due to my sex organs. But that path tells a story with the characteristics you likely want people to find in your clothing. 

You deserve to have the most success possible. To get there, open yourself up to all possible target audiences and unchain yourself from limitations on your consumer market.

If you're trying to say that someone who wears your clothing is attractive to people with female sex organs, strong, protective, intuitive, successful, treating themselves like a business then look no further. I fit all the criteria. And I can promise you that your company won't fall apart if you hire me. 

Rain Dove

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

6 SHOCKING Things I Can Promise The WORLD

Hate mail. I get it as often as I get the positive mail. Most often these "letters" from people voice disgust over my body, identity, profession, articulation during interviews, fashion choices, activities, and who I choose to date. I have learned over time that what I am receiving is not necessarily even hate mail--- its FEAR mail.

Fear that perhaps I will be a poor addition and influence to their lifestyles and community.

So for all the people that have written me FEAR mail- let me put your fears to rest by making you a few promises that might come as a surprise.

SHOCKINGLY no matter who I choose to share my body or heart with intimately or sexually- I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

AMAZINGLY no matter my ethnicity or how I choose to identify with my ethnicity- I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

INCREDIBLY no matter my economic state in life whether plentiful or skint- I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

MIRACULOUSLY no matter the land I choose to live in, country, state, province, city, town, village, continent- I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

STUNNINGLY no matter what pronoun I prefer to use, if I prefer any at all, I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

SURPRISINGLY no matter what I choose to wear- dress, suit, high heels, work boots, toga, parachute pants, turban, top hat, flower crown, mismatching socks, light up sneakers, flipflops, two piece bathing suit, swim trunks and nothing else, --- ANY GARMENT--  I will not lose my ability to respect YOU. To hold loving positive intent for you. To be of a charitable heart to you. To do good will for the world you live in.

I promise to YOU- all of you- that no matter these factors I will continue to operate with a loving heart and positive intent to make the world you live in a brighter and kinder world. I can guarantee that none of the above factors will change this--- so stop worrying about them. Stop worrying about how much money I earn, who I sleep with, what Im wearing, where Im living... they dont affect you. They dont matter. All that matters is that I am a HUMAN BEING wishing you WELL and doing acts of GOOD to make the world a better place.

Join me?


Rain Dove
The Human

Thursday, March 5, 2015



I post a photo wearing $5k outfit... 300 Likes.

I post a photo donating $5k from selling that item to a 

homeless shelter organization... 45 Likes.

Im not looking for applause or validation from the world. But I

 am wishing that people valued GOOD ACTIONS as highly 


 I challenge you to challenge norms and make 


by LIKING them.

I know it isnt as pretty to see someone at an animal shelter

 as it is to see them at brunch or the salon. 

I know that I knoyou might feel like...

damn I hate seeing heavy issues with the world 


Maybe sometimes you even feel like 

"what a self righteous a**hole, 

posting about themselves helping someone- do they

 think they are better than me?" 

Or whatnot.




Be beautiful by BEING BEAUTIFUL
Thank You.

Saturday, January 10, 2015




After a full evening of bartending as both male and female, I had some interesting observations and a WINNER of the sex battle. Now this is important to note that the bar chosen was HOOK AND CLEAVER in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. The typical crowd is 25-45 years old and are coming in for dinner and cocktails. The pricepoint average is $15 per cocktail and $50 for dinner. This is not a club environment. Also I alternated gender every hour and fifteen minutes to even out the gender representation throughout the night... for a more consistent notation. (Gender meaning as female I was higher voice, shirt showed cleavage, slight makeup and softer mannerisms... male meaning suit and tie, lower voice, heavier mannerisms no makeup.)



-I could work, without need to make conversation and no one would question me. Looking busy meant not being available for entertainment. Which also meant--- people would not stay and watch me work--- which meant higher turnover of checks and instant cash.

-Men and women trusted me to make them classic cocktails. They never asked what I was putitng into them or why I was doing them a certain way. Older men would just belly up to the bar and ask for a drink, and whatever they threw out there such as AVIATOR, GIMLET, OLD FASHIONED they  would just demand it. They would not ask me "Do you know how to make this drink?"


-If I messed up on a drink, I got a harder time. Twice I made a mistake intentionally, and both times the recipient would chew me out over it. "Whats wrong with you? Are you sure your a bartender?" or "Come on, pay attention to what you are doing!"

-My tips were small- often $1 or $2 on a $15 cocktail.

-If someone wanted something from me, they would ask directly "Hey you- can you do this?"

-Younger ladies a few times would assume that their drinks were free or would not tip at all. At one point, a girl received her dink and turned around to walk away from the bar. I had to ask her to pay me. She batted her eyes and said "Awww... but arent I worth it?"

-I tried telling a pushier customer who was teasing me about my soft voice to 'Hush and drink their cocktail." They caleld over the manager. it was ugly.



-Large tips $4 or $5 on a  $15 cocktail. Often people just left a twenty on the bar for every drink they had.

-Whenever someone asked me to do someting for them they would ask very poltiely 'If its not too much trouble could I get... please".

-Mistakes are forgiven easily. I intentially made 3 mistakes as a female, and every time the person said "Its alright! Just next time Id love the drink  actually ordered."

-I received a lot of compliments... every time I made a cocktail, people would tell me how well it was constructed as if they were surprised. Theis never happened as male.

-I received a lot of free shots ordered by both men and women, who often would get them at the end of their meals or drink experiences. Liquoring me up eh?

-If someone was rude, I could flirtatiously be like "Aww stop it, shut up and drink your cocktail." and it was considered cute and acceptable.


-People stayed at the bar. They wouldnt leave. They got their cocktails and watched me work. Even when I ignored them, they stayed..and watched. Almost every single person whop came into the establishment made a beeline for an open stool to stay at the bar instead of at a table... but they would not leave.

-Whenever an older male ordered a cocktail, they would often ask "Do you know how to make a---" as if there was a potential I might not. This did not happen as a male.

-People would flirt, which isnt such a bad thing... but it made it difficult to work. When I was busy, one guy even grumbled "What Im boring you or something? Why cant yo talk to me?"...because I working.... duh. As a Male I could appear busy and I didnt appear rude.


Well the interesting thing is that as a female, I was receiving larger tips. Including that $60 tip on a $40 ticket. However, while the tips were often much bigger... people would tend to stay at the bar to eat and watch me make cocktails. There was a high turn over, which meant while teh cheks were big they werent frequent. When it came to being a male... the tips were almost 50% less. However, people would not stay to watch me make drinks or flirt with me or hang out in general. I could appear busy without seeming rude- and that meant a higher turnover of checks.

FEMALE: $210 in tips

MALE: $340 in tips


Im the SAME PERSON.... dont I deserve the SAME money?

 What does this say about society? Leave a comment and give me your feedback!

(NOTE: This was one night, in one location, done by one person, with specific aesthetics. It does not represent all of the world or America or even Brooklyn. Nor does it represent all women or men or bars. But--- its still pretty damned neat.)


For those of you who are new to who I am, My name is Rain Dove- Rain like from the sky, Dove like the bird. I am an androgynous model and actor working both male and female roles. Outside of my professional life- I carry these gender bending capabilites into the daily activities. I like to call it GENDER CAPITALISM... which means I present myself as whichever gender gets the most out of an envionment, person, or space. Money, love, respect... I dont care if you think I have dick or a vagina... or if you think I have boobs or pecs--- what does it matter? And if it DOES matter... then I want to know why, and I want to know which gender spectrum you feel most comfortable with so I can get the most from our interactions.

In my opinion, it shouldnt matter what gender I am or how I orgasm. But even in our MODERN DAY SOCIETY it still does... and what you have between your legs can defintiely change what you have between people contractually and socially. I dont believe that only two genders exist... but for teh sake of easy conversation Ill use male/female for this writeup.)

Since I am in the unique position to be seen as both a tall dark and mysterious man... and an elegant, highend, edgy female- I decided that something bigger than fashion and film should be done with these looks. I want people to see the way we treat others based on gener, based on perception, based on silly anatomy and hormones. So, I have begun conducting social experiements to determine the TRUE battle of the sexes these days.


Instagram: @raindovemodel
Twitter: raindovemodel

Saturday, December 27, 2014


"You can't possible be seriously considering THAT?!" A PR Advisor grumbled dismissively.

I stared at them as I took back the IPad from their grip. They had just read an email sent to me by a student from Columbia University requesting a meeting to write an article for a thesis paper. "why whats wrong?"

"A student? Look darling, its cute. Really cute. I admire your bleeding heart, but seriously?"

I dont think I had blinked in two minutes. Maybe my left eyebrow had twitched--- it wanted to raise up quizzically but didnt have the muscle knowledge to do so. My silence apparently was equivalent to backhanding PR Advisor across the good side of their face.

They sighed. "Darling- students... they are good to interview with in the BEGINNING of your career. the very tippy toppy--- when no one knows who you are or what youve done... or what you will ever do. But, when you are where you are RIGHT NOW in your career it can be very... how do I say this-..."

They paced around for a second. I knew what they were going to say. But I wanted them to say it out loud.

"Its just, when you have your photos and words in magazines affiliated with Elle, W, Vogue, even that most recent piece you did with Nigel Barker---- and then you place those next to a thesis piece by a kid from some school- it really waters down your image."

I nod slowly "So what you are saying here, is that if I meet with this KID- its going to bring my image down..."

PR Advisor smiles. "Exactly darling. An image that I know you have worked more than hard to acquire."

"What image?" I ask shortly.

PR Advisors smile freezes midway as if unsure whether it should be a straight line or a curve on their lips. "The success you have achieved as a genderambiguous model-"

"And how will that shift by talking to a student?"

PR Advisor laughs as if I just asked for the punch line to a joke I already know the answer to. " Because, love- it says your time is cheap. And if your time is cheap, then you are cheap. If you are cheap then so is your image. If your image is cheap than so is your value. If you want to continue to be successful youve got to maintain that image."

I avoided eye contact with PR Advisor. I suppose my looking down leant a moment of satisfaction to them, as it was likely seen as a symbol of embarrassment. But what they didnt know was that is was a moment of collection- to avoid spewing a flat of words at them unfit for human ears.

I sat down in a swivel chair for a second. The rolly spinny motion they provide always entertains my more playful side and immediately quieted the death metal playing in my head.

"What does successful mean to you?" I ask them quietly as I swirl around creakily in the chair.

PR Advisor doesnt hesitate, "Well, I guess it means you are happily accomplished in whatever you love or are doing."

"So success means you are -DOING- what you want to be doing. Correct?" 

"I suppose so, thats it. On an elevated level of course- like you are doing it and not starving-"

"If a person is starving but they are breathing, could you say that they are successfully breathing?" 


"So they are successfully doing something."

"I guess."

"So what is it that you REALLY mean by successful?" I ask.

PR Advisor mutters "I meant able to make a profit, or a sustainable life off what you are doing."

"Thats better-" I swivel back around to them, IPad swiped on. I had just looked up the definition of success via Google. I handed it to them. "Your definition of success is accurate. But can you read the FIRST definition there please?"

"The accomplishment of an aim or purpose." 

"And what is my aim or purpose?" 


We stare at each other. I can already see they understand what Im about to say, but I say it anyway so its out in the air.

"My aim or purpose is to create a safe space to open a dialogue whenever I feel convicted about the various impedments we have in society that prevent us from being our true selves. I want to talk about gender, race, size, age, fashion, human rights, biases- whatever needs to shift in order to make it easier or assist for every individual possible to find solidity in themselves as themselves. Whatever that may be in its purest form."

PR advisor sighs. "I know darling, I know- this stuff is important to you. But in order to do those things on a more effective level you should be talking to more effective people than a student. You understand what I'm saying love?"

"No I don't. I understand your INTENTION but I dont understand what makes a student less important than a reporter from any premium magazine. My images maybe be exclusively published... but my words are for everyone. My message is for everyone. And that means I am not truly successful in what Im doing unless Im talking to everyone about these issues, about these convictions. In order to change the world, the world must hear and see the opportunity to change. 

My work as a model or an actor may not be free, because it is my work. But my message- my words- ARE free once spoken. Dont mistake FREE for CHEAP. The monetary value of what I have to offer does not reflect the value I have to offer the world. What Im offering is a CONTRIBUTION to the dialogues that inspire SAFE space to work out change and social permissions. I am not looking to sell my advice or my thoughts for monetary profit- because I want people to know that I am thinking them, that they can think them, that they are not the only ones thinking them. I am not novel in my convictions. I am not the first person to believe the various things I believe in. Im am just more visible and more published in them than some. And because of that, its important to keep speaking. To everyone and anyone that will listen and speak with me. So that all of our voices can be equally heard by being equally understood. Student, senator, or steet dwelling. And perhaps in the future, the voice of reason which tells us to live our lives content within ourselves- will be equally lived. 

I know this may sound foofy and hippy dippy to you. I know it isnt the image you are used to selling of a model. But Im not a model. Im me. A human being. Capable of of more than just posing and primping- capable of change. My aim or pupose in life is not to just look pretty, or to simply be a cool swanky genderbending storyline in some magazine. My aim or pupose is to demonstrate my truth with every fiber of my being by being truly me as loudly and as passionately as possible."

PR Advisor has sat down by tthis point and is tapping his finger. "It does sound hippy dippy... or like a college essay ugh-"

"So what? Its sounds like me. Thats that. Take it or leave it."

"Ok, ok I get it. Geez. Darling- you are going to give me a heart attack."

"Hey- ditto!"

We both stared at each other- then laughed.

"So you are doing the interview with this kid?"

"With the STUDENT- YES. Definitely yes. You watch, he'll end up becoming the next Anderson Cooper- or Martha Stewart- or Oprah... we dont know the world is his oyster-"

"Aww shut up already!" PR Advisor grumbled playfully. 

Friday, September 5, 2014

EDGEucate dont HATE Protesters (pt 2 Victor de Souza- Horse Carriage Clash)

I received this response on the blog yesterday and felt that before I conclude my study with these horses by touring the barns Sunday and talking with both sides- it was important to say say something constructive to the protesters.

Constructive comments will come to the drivers and maintenance people after I see for myself how they treat their animals.

Thank you very much, I appreciate you connecting again. I will most certainly be looking at these links and while I am travelling in between fittings today. I enjoy the opportunity to review both sides of the argument.

DISCLAIMER: Now I recognize that there were a Melange of groups there to protest the carriage rides. Each person in my opinion is an individual. You may or may not have been involved with some of the activities that took place. I will walk away from this conversation with positive intentions and thoughts of you, and if ever to meet you in person, would most certainly have tea and a great conversation with some awkward laughter in it and human topics. I dont not brand you good or bad. I know that if you were there protesting, I can assume that your intentions were good and thats the important part. I really appreciate that you are sharing with me. However, everything I have to say from this point forward---- its a general address to the whole mob of people there protesting. it int personal, its just a general observation from someone who couldnt see very well an therefore everyone seemed like one angry blob to me.

Educate dont Hate.

Its really important that when protesting your goal is not to hurt the people you are targeting, even if they are guilty. Unless you can legally murder- you arent going to get rid of them. But publically shaming them, it just makes them feel isolated and frustrated. You have to think of your cause as solution you are providing and the goal of that solution is to rehabilitate everyone. To bring everyone on board. ESPECIALLY the guilty.You want them on your side more than anyone so that they truly understand why they should stop what they are doing.

I had a lot of fun at the protest surprisingly, but one of the models was so hurt by what the group of protesters was saying to her about her looks and what they were saying about her character that she actually left fashion week and went home early to her family in Colorado. As a model, she was simply subcontracted to do her job and none of us were aware that when we stepped into that situation you guys would be there. But yet, the protesters didnt see us as potential friends or potential non-involved. They immediately labeled us as if we were the blond haired Michael Vicks of the world and treated us quite poorly. You call any of these girls ugly or horrible and they will never ever ever listen to a decent piece of information you have to give to them- no matter how true it may be.

If your group is truly convicted in its ways to save lives, you MUST get every person on board you can. You MUST be peace oriented. You MUST be education oriented. You MUST be solution oriented. Or you will isolate and discredit yourselves as a group and therefore discredit the valuable information you have to share.

A protest is not like going to a football game. It is not THIS SIDE vs THAT SIDE. A protest is an council meeting opportunity. For both sides to meet and express their views. There does not need to be a resolution, only the common interest to educate each other and continue on positively.

Now to wrap this up, I have THREE other statements for you and protesters in general just for future- and I say this with integrity and love because I want your intentions of Animal Welfare to be respected and preserved. I want you to succeed in saving and influencing positively as many lives as possible while you excercise your freedom of speech.

FIRST of all, the way that everyone was running out at the horses was unacceptable. As someone who is that classic model grown up on a farm, Ive been raising horses and goats since I could see. Several people were telling me (as a point of protest) that the horses could spook and run into traffic. But... your group was NOT acting in the horses' best interest and it was disheartening because you put the animal, other innocent passerbys, and myself in harms way. Why would you do that if the cause was a really to provide better conditions for the horse? It likely can not understand why people are shouting around it and running out angrily. This is one way I could tell the horse is at LEAST not physically beaten daily because it never spooked. It wasnt afraid to be hit or harrassed by those swarming it, because it likely had never been hit before. It didnt even flinch. It trusted the intentions of its driver- who although had a riding crop never once touched it. So the fact that drivers viciously beat their animals... you might want to check into that one. I was told by a group of three protesters right in the beginning that MY horse specifically was beaten every day and fed pigeon poop. O.O Perhaps my horse was a special case, and Ill be investigating and of course educating myself on both sides of the manner. But if that fact is NOT true you will want to remove it from your protests because it is not only a lie but slanderous and discredits the TRUTHful things you have to say. If your goal is to solve things, you MUST be solving it with honesty... not trashing someone's image. Whenever- and I have several backup for this- anyone said to ignore you and your people for the unkind personal things they said to me not regarding the horses at all- they would say you were crazy. And I would correct them that you are passionate people attempting to save lives exercising your rights to assembly and free speech. I did not go home and write slanderous material about the protesters afterwards.

SECOND of all, I really recommend that you and the protesters use at LEAST RECYCLED paper and RECYCLED materials for their signs. I saw several newly white sheets swathed in markers, glue, glitter, paint etc. All items that are mined from the environment and are a contributor toward deforestation and habitat loss. More animals likely were displaced or killed in the creation of the base of your promotional content then horses you could save in central park. Animal lovers must protect creatures outside of the domesticated realm. All things with beating hearts are capable of feeling pain and suffering- including mosquitos. Every move you make from the clothing you wear to the house you live in to the signs you protest with have a damaging effect on animals you will never see. And unlike horses, they will not be individually swept from their environments, found a place in society, and given new habitat. They will be exterminated. Is death better than a lifetime of servitude? If you believe them to be equal or death to be worse- then please spread the message to your fellow animal rights activists to not only be animals rights oriented but environmentally oriented too so that they can truly maximize their efforts to be the best most loving being possible for all creatures. Unless of course you are ONLY a horse lover and the type of person to say Screw You to a deer, mouse or a cougar and their young.

THIRDly I will tell you that Victor de Souza is simply a designer. Of COURSE he's cash driven, he needs money to live- unless YOU are on a barter system, you are cash driven too. But the important thing is that Victor did not have a horse and carriage display because he is an animal abuser. He doesnt go home and kick kitten at night and put puppies in a blender. Nor does he get off on the mere thought of a horse eating pigeon poop for breakfast. He, like many people, grew up with a romantic idea if what a horse means to society. Cinderella- as mentioned in my blog and during the protest- is a great example of that. Instead of trying to educate him on alternative artistic forms of expression rather than "horse abusive carriage rides", the crowd of people immediately, as they did me, labeled him as "Victor De Souza Animal Abuser". But he simply was moving forward with the education he had--- he checked the stables himself, talked with the carriage riders and did research. His findings may or may not have been conclusive- as you have not had the opportunity to share those links above with him or talk to him one on one. But that show was the opportunity to do so. And you all blew it. If you cant speak with love for the people speak with love for the animals you are trying to save. Speak, dont yell. Empower dont Devour. The knowledge of the designers own knowledge of what he was getting into--- was education itself that every protester should have had. Period. Because you likely made an enemy for life and discredited every word those various groups have to say by isolating him. (As stated above.)

Anyways, thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog once again. I hope you hear my comment as a heartfelt honest perspective and see the gift that is presented that I am able to communicate with you honestly. I am not saying you re a good or bad person. I am not blaming you or commending you for my experience the other night. And I am not going to take one side or another on this matter.

I am going to take my own side. Based on my own perspective. Its neither team. Its knowledge.

Thank you for providing the links so I may further educate myself. I hope to find them as valuable as you did!


Thursday, September 4, 2014

EDGEucation: Victor de Souza fashion show from models perspective

For more photos and an inside view:

I arrived to the fashion in a private car and stepped into a swarm of press in my red poofy skirt and white Edwardian shirt. I was not prepared for what would happen.

Hundreds of protesters surrounded me. I had no prescription contact lenses in because I was wearing fake blue ones give me by the designer for the evening.... What the heck did the papers these folks were waving say? I squinted.

Someone hastily shoved a sticker into my hands. It read Save our Horses campaign. "Hold this up so I can take a few photos please." They yelled.

"I'm sorry but what's this for? I don't understand what's going on..." I leaned in so they could hear me better.

"It's for the Save our Horses campaign, I'm from the Daily News, we are going to make you famous girl!" The Daily News reporter was a short excited lady double fisting a flash and a camera.

I rolled my eyes. Everyone with a yacht or a camera has said this to a lady in a dress at some point in their lives. Sigh. "Can you pull this campaign up online so I can look at it?"

"Why? It's just a quick picture!" She furrowed her brow.

"Because I don't want to be published supporting anything I don't actually support."

This seemed to make sense to her, so she pulled it up on her phone. It seemed that the campaign was to keep the horses in the park pulling carriages, it listed the ethical practices used for the horses, and documentation of those ethical practices, it also had a quote about humanizing people through animal exposure. I took the picture.

"Oh one by the carriage too please! One by the horse now! Ohhh can you take one near the driver? Now just one of your alone please-" 

I was getting pulled away by security escorts who were adamant about keeping our group together. There were seven models.... 6 of them had big fluffy white wigs on. I had my natural dark hair spray painted white. I didn't exactly fit in... And because of that, when we got slammed by the real blob of protesters shoving us and screaming, it was no surprise that I fell back and out of security into the crowd. I followed the group of models as various random people called me ugly, hideous, a waste of human life. 

These people didn't even know me. I laughed up loud, which upset many of them. If only they knew I heard this on the daily from other people in my own industry. What were they so angry about?

Apparently, after I questioned a Protester named Rose, it turned out that they were protesting on behalf of PETA against animal abuse, and that they saw the horse carriages as a form of animal abuse. I listened to the facts she gave me.

"They are fed grain that's old and moldy with pigeon poop in it everyday. They never go outside. They have to walk to work everyday no matter the weather, they are neglected, and their owners beat them."

Well... That's a lot of intense information. I surely don't want to support animal husbandry of those proportions. By all means, if this were true I should walk out of is show right now. I mean I grew up on a farm with horses... and these ones seemed pretty fat and happy- still...

But I'm not one to believe facts just because someone yells them out at me. I need time to educate myself and do my own assessment before I act on convictions. I took this as a moment to absorb as much information as possible and investigate.

Someone threw a slushy. It missed its target and hit a reporter... I could see the headlines forming in his disgruntled head already "VIOLENCE IN TIMES SQUARE!!"

I ducked back into the arms of security. It was louder near them, protesters smushed their whole bodies against mine like They could liquefy me by squishing me, security an police yelled at them to get back.

"You're making a big mistake!" "You're so ugly, I don't know how you could be a model!" "Shame shame shame on you!" They changed over and over again. Even an elderly lady about 80 years old was calling me ugly. 

For some reason I couldn't help but laugh through the whole thing. I honestly just needed some information, I had no idea what I was in the middle of. Or minute I was showing p for a fashion show and the next I'm being seen as a supporter of animal abuse.

One particularly loud protester caught up to me. "You're disgusting! Shame on you!"

I turned to her and halted much to the dismay of my security guy. "Look educate don't hate girl... Empower don't devour. Seriously how do you think people like me can make an educated and worthy effort if we don't have the facts? Don't scream and shout at those that you are trying to dissuade... PERsuade them to be a better person. Persuade me. What am I missing out on here? When you publicly shame people, it doesn't make it easy fr them to join your ranks or to see your vision. Calling me or any of my beautiful model friends here ugly is not going to make it simpler for them to help you realize your goal... Which is obviously is to get these horses ethical treatment. And my friends are clearly not hideous or evil. What you are doing is spewing hate language.... Not education language. And you're turning valuable assets against you. So educate don't hate, tell me what's up."

She blinked at me. Then before you know it she went on the same drumroll Rose did as if she had memorized it. Pigeon poop food, beaten horses, never see the light of day etc.

I was shoved into a private car to hide until our carriages were ready.

There were six of us in there. Two of the girls were crying. They hated the fact that this was happening, felt overwhelmed, and on top of that- they were animal lovers. One other girl was foreign and didn't know what was happening, she was just excited about the press then worried when the other models told her it was a bad thing.

When they were ready for us to come out, the whole car was a wreck of fluffed white wigs tweaking out on the static electricity the ceiling provided, feet that forced themselves back into heels, and lipstick stained cigarette butts from the three girls who couldn't help but "destress".

At this point, each model was pushed through the crowd and hoisted in pairs onto carriages. I was put into one by myself. 

Of course.

Someone hands me a Gay Marriage button... For good luck they said.

Photographers are clambering over each other, shoving protesters out of the way to get good shots. I can't help but grin ear to ear, the whole thing is like a drunk version of Circ de Soleil. 

The horse takes off.

Like a soft version of a haunted hayride, the protesters popped out of the woods suddenly, screaming now and again. Their signs waving. Some walked alongside the carriage shoving their papers at me. If only I could read them... But without prescription lenses in I was unable to see anything other than blurry white boxes with scribbles on them. I felt bad for the horse... It must be an awkward day on the job for him.

Speaking of horse... This was a great time to get the other half of the story. So I struck up a convo with my horseman driver Larry.

"Come here often?" I joke.

He laughs and says "I prefer the aggro homeless people to these ones, their scaring my horse."

"Talk to me about your horse sir, seems you care for him, how long have you had him?"

He turns around and smiles, "about nine years. He's actually retiring in two years so these are special times for us."

I look at the horse as it trots forward. It shakes it's head.

"These people seem convinced you are an animal abuser.... Convince me you aren't?"

He sighs and nods. "The horse industry in nyc is heavily monitored due to rights activism in the 60s-now. The animals have an air conditioned facility, work only 3 days a week for 7 hours a day, are walked through the park and not into traffic as protesters suggest, are fed organic grains, purified water, are turned out to pasture in Amish country 3-4 months a year, are not allowed to be whipped or spurred, and must be impeccably groomed. If the protesters win and the horse industry is shut down in NYC... What happens to the horses? They will either be sold to farms where they would spend the rest of their lives working in much less comfortable environments tilling, pulling, and driving- with no air conditioned stables. And the ones who are not able to be sold and evacuate the city horse facility within the deadlines would be euthanized. As in KILLED. That's 483 horses at risk of being put into a much harder way of life or KILLED."

Wow. This was also heavy news.

"Can I visit the stables at any point to see their living environments? I heard they were in the city." I shifted the poofy skirt awkwardly.

"Absolutely, come by anytime you can see any of the horses no problem." Then he gave me his business card.

Suddenly a news reporter comes running alongside the carriage. "Excuse me! Scuse me! How are you feeling right now? Scuse me?" She was gasping for air.

"Why don't you hop in here and ask me." I laugh.

She asks the driver for permission and he pauses the cart for her. She re-adjusts herself. "Ahem, thank you... Er.... How are you feeling?" 

"Great, how are you feeling?"



"The park is stunning at night isn't it?" I say. A protester throws a cup at the cart. 

"You ugly whore! you are supporting animal abuse!" He shouts angrily.

The reporter looks shocked then turns to me. "How do you feel now?"

I'm beginning to see a pattern into how she conducts her interviews....

"I feel great! Seriously really really great right now."

"You don't feel bad about about what these protesters are saying to you?" She asks.

"No, it's great to see people so passionate about something. I think their delivery is a bit harsh, but it's inspiring to see people exercising their freedom of speech and right to assemble. I'm an animal rights supporter so I can appreciate the intentions of their efforts."

"Do you feel like any of it is striking home for you then as someone who supports animal rights? Do you feel more on the side of the designer or do you feel like an activist?" She's a little more excited now.

"At the current moment I'm doing my job. The designer is actually a very talented and kind man and politics aside, I'm simply a mannequin for his artistic vision tonight... Not his political preferences. As an activist, this is a great opportunity to be educated about a topic I didn't even know was an issue in this city. I've collected information from both sides, but will wait until I'm off the clock to do my OWN research... Then will take action  based on my findings. But, I really can't just take what people tell me and act on it as fact. I have to know it for myself."

She nods and bits her lip. "So... Victor, what's he like?"

"Like I said, personally outside of this horse thing, he's been really kind to me. He's a talented designer, he works hard, and he's unique. Definitely a character."

"Why did he do this horse carriage runway? For the press?"

"To my understanding he just wanted a Victorian styled entrance... Like Cinderella. But you'll have to interview him for that information."

She nods and takes my name. The horse comes to a halt. Protesters surround again chanting. There is a small group of elderly women cheering for me telling me how glamorous I look and how well I did. I have no idea where they came from.

One reporter steps into the carriage foothold and hold a mic in my face. "Victor how did this collection turn out- do you think it was even seen above all the racket?"

I laugh and squeeze my breasts then say in a low voice, "I'm not Victor."

He scuttles away.

Then suddenly before I'm hoisted down, a girl comes running up dressed in all black, she's the drivers daughter. "Dad, are you ok?"

He smiles, "yes it's fine sweetie, are you having fun?"

She nods enthusiastically then whispers loudly "my friends and I are watching.... just in case..." 

I'm whisked into a cab. Somehow, I end up with three older women... instead of the private car with all the models. They commend me and talk about bravery etc.

At the end of the night, after the runway, the lights close, and the people leave I hit a major issue. Someone took my contacts case...with my contacts in them. I'm in so much trouble, I have a fashion show the next day and I won't have the time to get new ones. I'll be walking blind.

I saunter down the street with my friend Kate, she helps me identify streets signs since I can't read them. Ugh. 

Suddenly it hit me, this is how people walk when they don't educate themselves on the things they find passion in.... Blindly. They walk blindly.

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