Thursday, May 08, 2008

Haircuts

I need a haircut. Urgently. And I want one that's cooler than I am, which I am aware, thank you very much, is kind of sad, and yet I still want it.

Lately I've been getting my hair cut by a mormon lady in her basement. She's cheap, but kind of far away, and does a great job of "nice hair", which is what I've been wanting . It's made working in the family business a lot easier. My previous chelsea used to frighten customers, so growing it out into something 'normal' made it easier.

Now that we're on our way out of here I want something cool again. I still want long enough hair to be able to braid it, but I want something that I don't have to wear up in a clip all day.

Especially as a fat girl, cool hair has always been an essential. I grew up in the 80s when there wasn't any sort of cool clothing available for fat girls, and I had to work my ass off to look cool in an assortment of individually uncool pieces. Cool hair was the way to pull the whole look together.

Then I came out as queer, and immediately spent the next 10 years with various versions of punk hair, multicoloured, or just brightly coloured, and ranging from a 'hawk to spikes, to the long-adored chelsea.

Now I want something in-between. Not so completely antisocial as a chelsea, but not the church hair I've been sporting either. And some colour would be nice.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

it burns, it burns

Some of my friends are devolving into xtians, with all the accompanying hypocrisy, bullshit, and dishonesty. Most of the rest are already xtians.

I need new friends.