Time to Get My Hair Did
Many gays have a special talent when it comes to hair; in fact, going into a gay event – boy or girl – is generally like walking into a waiting lounge for a Short Cuts magazine shoot, minus the 80s eyeshadow and tall shoulder pads. Your eyes lay witness to a whole range of short dos – the swoop, the buzz, the faux-hawk, the asymmetrical emo cut, and even the mullet. I, myself, have had a range of gay-dos; I’ve sported everything from dreadlocks, to fancy designs shaved into the side of my head, all the way to my personal favorite – the mullet.
I think that hair can be pretty telling of sexuality, particularly for the lady gays, but really for both sexes. In fact, hair is usually one of the first things I analyze when trying to decide if a girl is homo or hetero. First her sneakers; then, her hair. (This survey technique is definitely biased against femmes, but its success rate is pretty high, and I’m pretty sure it is how the world secretly knows that Missy Elliott prefers the ladies.)
Once when I was in the lezbo-womyn town of Northampton, someone once told me that the fem-mullet originated as a type of identifier, like a way that old dykes could spot each other when the styles of the late-80s and early-90s had reached a low point and all women, not just the dykes, were wearing unflatteringly long-zippered pants, baggy and awkwardly fitting shirts, and weather resistant shoes. Basically, the point was to look for the mullet, then ask for the number.
This theory makes me wonder if many gays today don’t use their hair, whether consciously or subconsciously, as the same type of social cue. I know that before I became a working professional I surely did, and I can tell you – I definitely got cat-called a lot less back then. On the other hand, I think the motives can go the other way, too; being gay allows many of us to say, “Fuck the gender norms of hair styles, I’ve already gone and broken rule numero uno of the gender code, so I might as well shave a lightening bolt into the side of my head.” Given our lack of ties to gender norms, we go ahead and cut and chop our hair into whatever style we desire.
Anyway, all of these thoughts are a diversion from my real end-goal. I’m desperately in need of a hair cut and looking for a good DC place to get one. I don’t want a place that is going to give me a – I have to hold my breath as I even type the word – bob (gross!), nor do I want to have to explain step-by-step how to create a hairstyle that is anything but a bob. Basically, I want somewhere hip and open-minded - somewhere that won’t make me sign a release form when I ask them to give me a 21st century fashionista mullet. Any suggestions?
