Do anything you want with your hair. Grow it out, cut it short, dye it, curl it, straighten it. Whatever.
I feel most myself with hair that tickles the small of my back. Hair that only needs a bi-annual cut. I like to feel it soft curling around my neck, a portable scarf against the cold, or a portable cushion on long hauls. Winding around my head in snaking braids. Pushed back by the summer wind like a lover’s touch. It takes at least three hours to dry. Black as midnight, heavy as sun, soft as a pillow. Hair that hides and reveals. Metal dudes, hippies, models, bikers, medieval princesses, surfies, Jesus freaks, cult members, Amish chicks, vikings… fellow long hairs, I salute you.
Writer, editor, coffee drinker.
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