Mar 26, 2010 19:17
My regular hair stylist is burly. He's a hair stylist but i call him a barber because he more or less just buzzes my head each time. I met him first years ago starring in a production of "Children of Eden" and then found out he cuts hair. I would go, off and on, if i remembered and didn't just go to Supercuts, but the last few months i've been a consistent customer. He's gay, knows i'm gay, and is bear-identified. He's also a great cutter of the hair. He has never hit on me, and I didn't after day one.
Following exchanged happened today:
Me: *fidgeting*
Him: Look, you respond better with a hand on your head.
Me: huh?
Him: You just jump around more when i don't hold you down.
Me: You know, most barbers do small talk. You just innuendo.
Him: *whisper* well, lets just say I know they don't all come back because of the way i cut hair.
Me: oh, i never have my glasses on when i'm with you - i have no idea what you look like.
Him. Yeah sure. *grips my head a bit harder than usual, steps closer, and darkly whispers* Who doesn't want a big daddy towering over them?
Me: Well, i can see how that can appeal to some people.
Him: *belly-shaking laugh* I have yet to find someone who hates it!
You sir, get a tip.
gay,
bear,
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