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raybearOn Friday night I got home and had that back of the throat tickle that often forewarns of illness within the next 12 hours. And sure enough, I woke up Saturday with a minor head cold. Mostly just congestion and feeling tired. Not enough to make me miserable, but enough to restrain me from doing much. Luckily it snowed like a bandit (if bandits could snow) all day yesterday, which isn't really conducive for outings anyway.
I did give Damon a haircut in the afternoon, which was initially very bizarre, and I didn't figure out why until later -- I'd never really touched his hair before, and that's a fairly intimate gesture, that I haven't really done with many of my friends. I remember having similar sensations the first time I cut![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freakysparks's hair, as well as College Friend aka Ms Put Your Face In It. So even though Damon and I are really close and have known each other for about two years and been best friends pretty much that whole time, it was this strange initial step. But once I got started it was cool. I was going to just trim him down to a smaller fro a la Dre, but then we ended up just taking it all off. But not before I gave him a mohawk and took a picture. It makes me want to give myself a mohawk, if only for a day or two.
My head is fairly sensitive, so I don't mind people touching my head/hair as long as I'm expecting it and I'm okay with the person who's doing it. And I think I assume that everyone else has the same sensitivity, so I'm always super-reluctant to touch someon'e head/hair. Even if it's long hair, so that I'm not even near the scalp. It seems like such dangerous intimate territory.
But once the barrier is broken I have no problem. I occasionally volunteer to brush MelRo's hair. I'm not sure how good I am at it, especially since it's been so long since I've had long hair that I've completely forgotten how to deal with tangles. But for the most part, I think I've inherited the faghood gene of haircare and hair appreciation, without it crossing the line into fetish.
And only as long as the hair is attached to the person. For some reason, once it's loose, it totally freaks me out. So I could probably never work in the wig or weave industry. Good thing that's not where my dreams lie.
I did give Damon a haircut in the afternoon, which was initially very bizarre, and I didn't figure out why until later -- I'd never really touched his hair before, and that's a fairly intimate gesture, that I haven't really done with many of my friends. I remember having similar sensations the first time I cut
freakysparks's hair, as well as College Friend aka Ms Put Your Face In It. So even though Damon and I are really close and have known each other for about two years and been best friends pretty much that whole time, it was this strange initial step. But once I got started it was cool. I was going to just trim him down to a smaller fro a la Dre, but then we ended up just taking it all off. But not before I gave him a mohawk and took a picture. It makes me want to give myself a mohawk, if only for a day or two. My head is fairly sensitive, so I don't mind people touching my head/hair as long as I'm expecting it and I'm okay with the person who's doing it. And I think I assume that everyone else has the same sensitivity, so I'm always super-reluctant to touch someon'e head/hair. Even if it's long hair, so that I'm not even near the scalp. It seems like such dangerous intimate territory.
But once the barrier is broken I have no problem. I occasionally volunteer to brush MelRo's hair. I'm not sure how good I am at it, especially since it's been so long since I've had long hair that I've completely forgotten how to deal with tangles. But for the most part, I think I've inherited the faghood gene of haircare and hair appreciation, without it crossing the line into fetish.
And only as long as the hair is attached to the person. For some reason, once it's loose, it totally freaks me out. So I could probably never work in the wig or weave industry. Good thing that's not where my dreams lie.
