Independence day

Had a haircut today.  The shortest I’ve had in how many years now.  Last time I had hair this short was when I was 14.  This curious character in high school who I shall not name took one look at me and said, “Hey, if you were a boy I’d have a crush on you!”  At that time I thought, was that to say that I can’t be admired the way I looked as a girl?  Checked if my breasts were still there and pretty much everything else beneath it which I know are the best indicators that I still am pretty much the sex that I have come to accept and love.  Ovaries down.

I’m inclined to think that a hair cut’s aesthetic shouldn’t change my experience of sexuality.  For the most part.

About the hair:

Sherad said, “Aha, you’re up to something.”

Ry calls it the look of “Hey, I’m this tough NGO person fighting for gay and lesbian rights.”

Francis muses, “You look like you’re thirty.  But in a good way.”  And adds, “you look twice as intimidating.”

Jace says flatly, “You look butch. Pero chox.”

Kaye greets, “Wow!  I want to fuck you in this hair.”

Happy independence day, one and all.