First impressions are often entirely wrong.

Friday after work I went and got my hair cut.  I wanted to go short again, and oh boy is it short!  I see myself in the mirror and I see ‘dyke’.  Yea, it is that short.  

A little over a year ago, my hair was down to my ass.  But after the ex and I broke up I wanted a change.  An ‘off with the old and in with the new’ type of thing.  When all was said was done, it was pretty damned short and I felt like a dyke then too.  It took quite a while to get used to it.  

Then it grew out some what but it was at that awkward stage where it was too long for the cut that I had but still too short to even try and put it up.  As I have mentioned time and time again, I have no patience.  So, I called up my hairdresser and said it was time again to chop it off.  After that last cut I was able to manage to hold off cutting it again.  I was even able to put some of it up, if you can call two little piglet tails on the top of my head, up.  But it worked even though I looked pretty damned ridiculous.  

Well, needless to say, the patience wore off and I am now back to the ‘dyke’ look.  Not that there is anything wrong with being a dyke.  Hell, we all know that I like being with a woman just as much as I do a man.  I’ve even thought about how it would be nice to be with a woman again.  The thought of just taking my tongue and flicking her…  Oh sorry, this post is not about me being with a woman.  If you want to imagine more of this you will have to go here.

Then today I decided to dye it black, but only temporarily.  I don’t want to have to cut out any permanent coloring.  Seeing my hair like this again, I don’t want to cut it again, ever.  Of course I can say this now because I hate how it looks.  It doesn’t help that I am not one of those girly girls that knows how to style their hair either.  And from the way that I dress, plus the fact that I hate make up too, one look at me and you’d think I was a dyke too.  I’m going to have to have one of my friends take a picture of me (which the idea of having a picture taken of me is loathsome!) so when it does start to grow out and when that no patience tick kicks in again, I can be reminded what I am NOT to do again.  

A friend of mine says that it doesn’t make me look like a dyke, I think she was just trying to ease my feelings on it.  When I went to see my friend’s husband because I was looking for his wife, he took one look at me and said that he didn’t know if he wanted to tell me after seeing my hair.  Ha! Ha! Ha!  Yea, funny guy he is.