Passionately Curious

I miss having no hair and looking like a boy. 

The past six months I have been struggling to grow it out, and now that it’s hitting my chin and I am no longer being hit on by gay men, I am pleased and girly feeling. But agh! I loved being edgy in the summer. I loved the feel of stubbly shaved hair under my hands in the shower. Why can’t my hair be three feet long in the winter and buzzed in the summer? There is something so liberating as a woman in the lack of hair. It’s a distinct sort of sexiness. Not the big boobied, hair flipping eye lash batting kind of sexy, but a naked kind of sexiness. There’s nothing hiding your face, no mask of femininity like HAIR (a woman’s crowning glory, right?). Just you and your long neck and that jaw line. So. Nice.  

But no, I will not be shaving my hair off again this summer. I have worked too hard to get it to where it is, and also my hairdresser is under strict orders not to allow such things (thanks, Gabriel).