Shaved my head! (Lesbian haircuts for everyone!)
"No no! Take it down to here!" says the tall French man with black square glasses. He is fabulously chic. The kind of man you trust with a razor.
Behind him shoe forms are strung in the window with feathers hanging off of them. I actually thought it was a clothing store when I first walked in. But then once I realized I was in a hairshop I decided to shave part of my hair off! Haha!
He comes over to where I'm sitting and puts his finger on my neck. "If you are going to do it-DO IT! he says. "You don't want it the same as everyone else's. Everyone is doing it the same. Do it angular at the back like this!" he says.
"Ok! Yes! Let's do it!" I say.
Big eyes.
My hands shake.
Was it the 2 espressos? Low blood sugar?
A foot long chunk of my hair comes off in her hand. O.M.G!!!! I've done it now. The girl with purple hair and tattoos starts the electric razor. It buzzes happily. I'm filled with excitement and terror.
We all peer in the mirror together.
"Fucking awesome. Perfect for a fashion designer." says the wise French man. The tattooed girl nods in approval.
My first official lesbian haircut. Haha!
Behind him shoe forms are strung in the window with feathers hanging off of them. I actually thought it was a clothing store when I first walked in. But then once I realized I was in a hairshop I decided to shave part of my hair off! Haha!
He comes over to where I'm sitting and puts his finger on my neck. "If you are going to do it-DO IT! he says. "You don't want it the same as everyone else's. Everyone is doing it the same. Do it angular at the back like this!" he says.
"Ok! Yes! Let's do it!" I say.
Big eyes.
My hands shake.
Was it the 2 espressos? Low blood sugar?
A foot long chunk of my hair comes off in her hand. O.M.G!!!! I've done it now. The girl with purple hair and tattoos starts the electric razor. It buzzes happily. I'm filled with excitement and terror.
We all peer in the mirror together.
"Fucking awesome. Perfect for a fashion designer." says the wise French man. The tattooed girl nods in approval.
My first official lesbian haircut. Haha!
Deep Fried Dill Pickles At The 90's Lesbian Party
(In my mind upon immediate entry into the bar): WHOAH! This place is full of lesbians with lesbian haircuts wearing lesbian clothes!
(Still in my mind): Nooooo, you are delusional! You are just seeing lesbians everywhere because you just came out of the closet. You are being a nutter!
The barefoot brunette singer/songwriter sits on a stool on a Persian rug. An old green oscillating fan blocks part of my view to the stage. She picks her guitar and sings like Ani DiFranco. Half of the people in the bar have half of their heads shaved. They are wearing oversized tees and have tattoos. If there was a door prize it would probably be a Katie Lang CD. A large group of women are playing pool.
I feel like I should be in the Sixth Sense- "I see....gay people!"
I tell my mind to be quiet and order a glass of wine. My girlfriend orders deep fried dill pickles.
Then she turns to me, "There are a lot of lesbians here...I think we are at a 90's lesbian party."
OH THANK GOSH I thought I was going crazy!
What are the odds??!
What are the odds??!
God doesn't love lesbians?
So, the first official comment tonight on my blog from someone not happy with my GAY GAY GAY lifestyle choices.
Ahem, sorry. I just love telling people the truth. The truth that I'm super gay. I love women. Beautiful, smart, strong, women who rock my world.
I suspected this would happen eventually as my blog has BLOWN UP in popularity(3000 views in one month). Yup, I said 3000.
Ryan,
You don't like that I'm a lesbian?
I don't like your judgemental disposition.
Oh, and the only "wrong" thing I ever did was lie about who I was for 27 years.
Have to go see my gorgeous girlfriend now. Ciao.
The blog post and his comment is here:
http://brandymars.blogspot.ca/2014/08/sex-drugs-and-falling-in-love.html?showComment=1408589986949
Ahem, sorry. I just love telling people the truth. The truth that I'm super gay. I love women. Beautiful, smart, strong, women who rock my world.
I suspected this would happen eventually as my blog has BLOWN UP in popularity(3000 views in one month). Yup, I said 3000.
Ryan,
You don't like that I'm a lesbian?
I don't like your judgemental disposition.
Oh, and the only "wrong" thing I ever did was lie about who I was for 27 years.
Have to go see my gorgeous girlfriend now. Ciao.
The blog post and his comment is here:
http://brandymars.blogspot.ca/2014/08/sex-drugs-and-falling-in-love.html?showComment=1408589986949
Women Aren't Public Property
All I wanted was to go dance in the rain in a giant pink raincoat. It was pouring. I was rocking out in my flip flops in the soggy bark. Rain pouring down my face. My wet hair stuck to my neck. I felt clean and beautiful.
And then out of no where a man grabbed me in sexual manner.
You might be thinking, "Oh, she was asking for it with her provocative clothing."
But no, a giant a-line raincoat, no makeup left on my face, and messy soaked hair was not me "asking for it". The absolute only information this guy had was that I'm female. And somehow he felt entitled to disrespect my personal space and sexually harass me.
What is wrong with some men? Women are actual PEOPLE.
You don't have a Mom? Sister? Grandma?
I bet you can ask any woman you know and this has happened to her.
It's really bugging me since it actually happened to me not once, but TWICE this weekend. And the fact that I was wearing a raincoat that looks like a pink tent while it happened really REALLY bothered me.
I don't normally like to post super serious stuff but this shit is real and should be talked about. Women's bodies aren't public property.
Lesbian Diction Class With Brandy. Partner vs girlfriend.
Happy Sunday morning people! How are you? Do you need some Advil and vernacular clarity?
Step into my lesbi-dictionary.
(I already told her twice that I have a girlfriend)
Me: No, I have a girlfriend....like.....a girlfriend.....I'm gay
Her: Ohhhhhhh!!!
Me: Yaaaa!!! Haha
We both laugh.
Do we have to use the word "partner"?
I really don't want to. It sounds like we are joint owners of a door-to-door vacuum repair shop.
Sex, drugs, and falling in love
Me: Drugs are overrated
Him: I've never tried any. Except for pot. And that's hardly a drug.
Me: The best drug is being in love
He plays with his "dandy" styled hair.
Him: I've never been in love.
Me: Really?!.... wow... that's sad...
Him: I guess you don't miss what you've never had.
He takes a swig of whiskey
Him: I've never tried any. Except for pot. And that's hardly a drug.
Me: The best drug is being in love
He plays with his "dandy" styled hair.
Him: I've never been in love.
Me: Really?!.... wow... that's sad...
Him: I guess you don't miss what you've never had.
He takes a swig of whiskey
