I just cut off all of my hair. I don't know if it was ennui, frustration, or defiance, but there are big, fat blond curls all over the bathroom floor. Now, maybe, I'll get some respect. Now, nobody will want to make me into a woman.
Last night, while we were watching television, my boyfriend was playing with my hair. Later, when I went to the loo, I saw that he had given me ringlets. When we went to bed and made love, he grabbed my hair to turn my head so that he could kiss me. Don't get me wrong, I thought it was incredibly hot. I am just so sick of being defined by my looks.
I guess there are worse things I could have done with a pair of scissors.