Mar 07, 2007 22:43
Got my hair cut today. It's so so SO short! I like it. It's kindof like a stylized bowl cut, buzzed in the back and longer on top, longer in the back than in the front.
The first reaction I got was "I like your haircut, it's dyke-a-licious!" Not quite the reaction I was going for, but she'd already seen me and thought "girl," and it's smyrc, they're used to looking at lesbians. When I look at myself in the mirror, I look like a boy. I really think I do, and it's such a good feeling.
I'm still thinking that I want to go on T before my mother's requested waiting age of 25. But first, telling my father. ::glances to the right:: Look at him sitting there, watching Lost without a clue that his little girl spends most of his time wishing... ::trails off into the land of dirty hot sweaty gay sex::
Anyway. Um. What was I saying? Oh right, hair cut.
I got some patches to put on my bag. Yellow Submarine patches - one of the submarine itself and one of the four of them all animated and colorful. I think I'm allergic to money.
work,
gaity