The New Haircut…
Ta-da…
Basically, I got tired of how it was always getting in my face unless I had it pulled back into a ponytail. This is how I always used to wear it.
I’d forgotten how energetic the wave in my hair is. Without all that extra weight it just comes roaring back, even when I blow dry it.
I’m going to let it grow out again in the back and sides eventually, but I’m keeping the bang because I don’t like it getting in my eyes. The problem has always been finding hair stylists who know how to do long-haired guys any good. That was why I just let it all grow out some years ago…I’d given up on hair stylists and decided to just let it grow and pull it back into a pony tail when necessary. And…I wanted to see just how long I could get it to grow. Now I know…about a third of the way down my back. That’s it. It won’t grow any longer then that. I have this very fine baby hair and it takes forever to grow and it never gets very long. I was hoping I could get it down to my waist. But…not…
Damn…I’ve really gone gray haven’t I…? Crap…
May 14th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
Sorry Bruce,
We’re gay men of about the same age (I think I’m older; 58), but we are definitely not twins. Certainly not when it comes to hair.
I wore my hair long some decades ago. (Chin length; long to me; barely shaggy to you.) With age came increasing utilitarianism and pragmatism. If it takes longer than 10 minutes to dry, it’s too long. No electrical devices are involved: a vigorous head-toweling, much like polishing a bowling ball. I’m overdue.
When the 10-minute rule has been violated (and I’m notoriously unscheduled about such things), I start muttering, “It’s either a haircut or a flea collar.” I have two fine pet shops in my neighborhood, but the barber’s closer. (Great place, and inexpensive; and they used to cut Truman Capote’s hair when he lived in the ’hood.) And I hate things around my neck.
For what it’s worth, my moustache is far grayer than your hair; practically white. Ah, the ’50s.