I’m an extremely tactile person. I choose fabrics and clothing based largely upon touch. I often refuse to eat delicious foods that have an unpleasant mouth feel. I insist on soft comforters, high water pressure, and thin curtains.
And right there, teetering at the very top of my textured, tactile love, is hair. Long hair that curls around my fingers. Short hair that tickles my palms. Stubble, curls, silky fronds of pubic hair escaping from between my fingers. And of course, it does help that running my hands through someone else’s hair is both intimate, and, to me, dominant.
Last night I went to the shopping center by my workplace and bought mascara, a length of ribbon, and an electric shaver. I went home and gave myself a three-quarter-inch buzz cut. I learned several things, besides how to operate a shaver:
That my skull is remarkably round and smooth.
That I can carry this butch look with confidence.
That the line of my cheekbone is at the same angle as the line of the front of my ear.
And that I cannot keep from running my hands over the crown of my head and feeling that soft, erotic tickle. Does that count as a masturbatory impulse? At the very least, it is delicious.
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We demand pictures! Any it definitely is one the best feelings. I miss my hawk, for all its textured. It didn’t matter to me what it looked like, since I don’t spend much time looking at myself. I just liked to touch it all day. Sigh. I miss it. Enjoy it. If I were there, I’d pet you.
Tyler, lovely, I will send you a picture via email. I debated throwing something up here but decided that anonymous pictures of hair are weird.
You are a cruel cruel tease to buzz your hair when there is no earthly way I can pet it. I weep. See! Tears!
I’ve been considering doing that very thing. Until a month ago I had long hair. I’ve always had long hair. It was very important for me to have long hair, always natural, never dyed or permed. It was beautiful, blonde and wavy. And then, a month ago, I cut it off. It is now about 4 inches long and it feels wrong. But not in the way I expected. It feels too long. I think I need to buzz it. There are two things holding me back: work and that it will then take that much longer to grow back. I think I’ll do it anyways.
Sometimes I miss it. Sometimes I wonder what prompted me to do it now, in the midst of everything else going on in my life.
What kind of amazes me is that people keep asking me why I did it. The question keeps shocking me. It seems so personal. I have added that to the list of questions I once might have asked an acquaintance that now seem rude.
The answer, since you didn’t ask, is complicated. It has to do with not wanting my identity to be wrapped up in my hair. It has something to do with finding my kinky side. Do I really want my hair to be a hard limit? If my boyfriend/dom had wanted me to cut my hair, what would I have said? How much weight do I want to place on a decision I made around the age of five or so?
Part of me feels like I’ve betrayed the child I used to be. Part of me feels free. And part of me thinks that it’s just hair.
I bet you look SO HOT.
seconded.
Yummy
I also demand pictures.
I’ve long nurtured a crush on you, and in general I get all weak in the knees around butches. I quail to think of the combination.
Also, I wrote a new short pornstory. This time with two girls. Wanna read?
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