Last Saturday, on the spur of the moment, I went with my beautiful mate to a hair salon to cut off the excess hair that apparently made my image look “shaggy” or “scary long.” My views on hair have wavered from being obsessive about my hair (as in it being my symbol of freedom & choice) to not caring. This moment was obviously near the latter of the two.

Clip, Clip, Chop, Chop.. the hair fell across that long cheap plastic skirt tied around your neck… Every time they put that paper coller around my neck I feel like a penguin… Blond clippings dropped perhaps sceaming from being released… But the weight of it lightened and thus the deed was done. Irreversible it is. The hair has exited stage left and what was left was a light poofy poof of a head…

“It makes your face look rounder” “or more open” I thought I heard from the coaxer (my GF). I couldn’t hear, my 5 senses are attached to my head and my head was in total shock. Perhaps confused… dazed. Was this what I wanted? Can my hair still be a symbol of social freedom? Maybe in a different sense… My next stop was to get a jar of hair pomade. Greased down and combed over the hair took shape… An alternative look and with my dark dirty blond I realized I looked different and thus felt different.

I’ve slowly come to terms with it… Not yet fully realized I pray that my head grows it back to comfortable lengths… Something that felt normal. Was it too much at one time? Perhaps…

I’ll survive.. If anything I have a new use for all my beanies 🙂

~J out

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