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About Just out. (Portland, OR) 1983-2013 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 7, 1994)
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Chop, went the barber. To this day my mother sure of a cutter, a former Vidal Sassoon regrets that long walk. Chop, she says, went my talent who retreated from the jet set circuits curls, never to be seen again. Chop, went the to ply his trade in his backwater home Shirley Temple image. Soon afterwards my first town. How could I resist—my college yearbook short-haired photo depicts a rugged little tomboy photo freezes me in time forever in the Sassoon in a Dutch-boy cut wearing a striped jersey and cut I loved. long pants, poising between her big brother and It took me several hours to realize that al her big boy cousin, with whom she’d just been though he’d done a wonderful job, and although rock-clambering. he’d declared that he simply followed the way my I went to barbers for years and grew comfort hair grows, “softening” the lines as he went, he’d able with their taciturn chops. At puberty I was led given me Lover’s to the slaughter of my First beautician. He had a haircut. “The tiny shop—no shoppe— in our neighborhood and Bobbsey T w ins,’’ was married, or else I might have found an entrée she groaned after to my real world much sooner. He insisted on admiring his handi engaging his customers in small talk. I knew I was work. Of course we a sore thumb, all elbows and ugly glasses with look nothing alike, ■ ■ M i l grass-stained knees. The more he talked, the more except for being two I 1 I silent I became, writhing in an agony of shyness skinny while girls, I U 1 1 and humiliation at being among these helmeted but in this big ■ 1 1 M alien women in their curlers and rotten-egg smells. heterosexist world ^ He gave me the then-universal feathered pixie where all dykes look alike. I ’d at least like it clear cut. I felt like Julie Harris in Member o f the that I’m butch. 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LIC. »MKMIN095M4 LEVOLOR® Minis 1 * & 2 " HUNTER DOUGLAS® Silhouettes & Duettes LOUVEDRAPE® Verticals & Pleated Shades M&B* Shutter Blinds in hair patterns? Or, if he really follows natural growth, perhaps true love is determined by an attraction to twin follicle configurations? Only our hairdresser knows for sure. Whatever brought Lover and me to this which- twin-has-the-Toni juncture, I was reminded that I prefer working with a good old-fashioned femme beautician who has a feel for how a butch is sup- / posed to look. Otherwise, I am at the mercy of an altogether different cul ture that doesn’t compre- hend the distinction. I don ’ t remember my First haircut, but I ’ve heard about it often enough that I can almost re-experience the trau ma. I was Five years old. My mother claims that my father made her cut off my “long, beautiful curls.” My brother tells me that, pre-cut, I looked like Shirley Temple. I remember screaming bloody murder at having the stuff brushed. I surmise that the sacrifice came as a result of a mother’s com plaints and a father’s irritation: “Off with her hair!” We walked on a hot summer’s day through the then-leafy streets of Queens, past blocks and blocks of Tudor-style semi-detached homes to the barber shop across from the Long Island railroad station. There was a candy store down the row and, aptly, a butcher shop. The step into the Over the years I have been to dozens of hair cutters. The experience was always grotesque. Strange men dcbutching me. Women feminizing me. Hairspray to be refused, teasing to Fight off, gossip to endure. How does one explain b-u-t-c-h. Then something changed. My generation in vaded the salons. Sud- denly there were unisex J cuts ~—i and -i------ shops a ------ done up like discos. Cello- phaning replaced dye jobs. Women refused perm s and m en d e manded them. Musak was tossed out and the Village People reigned. The hairdressers danced with scissors in hand and even straight stylists were glimpsed in gay bars. Out dykes became professional snippers. A visit to the hairdresser was no longer an ordeal. My hair and I had come of age. Now I’ve grown fussy. When Lover comes home from our gay-positive disco-stylist hold over she looks so good I want to jump her. Though today I got out of the shower and, half-asleep, automatically combed my hair the old way. I combed out the softened lines and the ghost of pixie haircuts past. Something isn’t right. I want an old-fashioned femme beautician who respects that some women have evolved from rugged little tomboys— and agrees we should look that way. WCUlt ail Old^fCLShiOllOd femme beautician who respects that some women have evolved from rugged little tomboys
