Eccentric Flower:199806/i wish youd touch my hair
From Eccentric Flower
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twenty-three june ninety eight one a m i wish you'd touch my hair I want someone to play with my hair. I want someone to lean me back and tell me that it's going to look really amazing, not to worry, sit back and relax. I want to trust them enough to give them carte blanche, and lie there secretly wondering what they're up to, a tingly feeling going down the back of my neck. They massage shampoo into my scalp and then spray it out with streams of water. Then maybe a dye, applied carefully, lock by lock, while I try to sit still, or a cut into some new shape. But most of these pleasures aren't allowed, due to my peculiar circumstance. Boys aren't allowed to do strange things with their hair to the same extent as girls - unless they're twentysomethings trying to prove how rebellious they are, and it always looks horrid when they do it anyway. And although I love it when people just run their fingers through my hair, I'm always scared to let them because my hair almost always feels greasy, no matter how often I wash it. I like it a little greasy - it actually looks better that way, and it behaves well. But I wouldn't think anyone would want to touch it. © columbine |
