06.13.05

braying of donkeys

The woman next to me, she was so frightened, visibly exited. She wanted to stop me, for the good of her health and all I could think was how slick and round she was. Caramel brown and her hair freshly cut, highlighted deeply conditioned. She would go home where her husband would berate her for cutting her hair, pushing a wooden ruler against her head.
She laughed.
Why cut your hair so short? Why make yourself so masculine? I didn�t understand, I didn�t want anyone to notice me. That wasn�t it, she said, it was the principle.
I am so sorry.

shi-ou-sama at 5:16 p.m.

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