7.29.2009
Bald Means Business
7.28.2009
Bald Perfection
They might argue that I save time on washing and drying, but my hair was so low-maintenance it's not even funny. It rarely ever actually needed to be brushed, even right out of the shower; I would just run my fingers through it and I was good to go, no matter how long or short it was. Sometimes I would use a hair dryer, but even that didn't take much time.
I'm groping my naked scalp right now, just having gotten out of the shower, and it feels flawless but I know that if I really searched I could find several spots that could be smoother. My hair grows in so many different directions that shaving my head isn't as easy as front-to-back on the top and sides and back-to-front in the back.
I really wish that there were a way I could just have no hair for as long as I wanted with little to no upkeep, and that I could just switch back to 'grow' when I wanted. But there's not, so I'll keep spending my evenings in search of the perfect shave.
7.22.2009
Bald Aspirations
I chose the cheap shipping offer so it will be a couple of weeks before I can put my plan into motion. Let me know if you'd like to get in on the action and I'll mail you some cards so we can turn this into a multi-city campaign.
7.19.2009
Bald Reminiscence
7.15.2009
Bald As Ever
My fantasies involving haircuts started out as blatant gender-reversal fantasies with me being tied down by butch lesbians and having my head shaved. It was not uncommon for me to wear a pair of panties that looked like mens' tightie-whities whilst jerking off* in my basement bedroom during my college years. As I became more comfortable with my fantasies they became more extreme. Instead of just being shaved bald, I would be given a very short mohawk that had been bleached to death, or a bright pink bowl cut with very short bangs. Along with these radical haircuts, I would have facial piercings, my eyebrows would be plucked very, very thin or shaved off completely and in their place tattoos of stars of decreasing sizes forming the same shape as my eyebrows, etc. The thought of looking like a freak made me wet as fuck.
As I continued to become comfortable with these thoughts, I started to do more drastic things to my own hair, and my sexual arousal became more dependent upon the presence of something hair-related. It took me several years before I could muster the courage to buzz it off, and taking the blade to my head was more out of spite than anything (I'll save that for next time), and when I made these final leaps I was horny for days.
For the last couple of years I have been what most people would consider 'bald', or I've been truly bald, and my fantasies are still advancing. It frightens me some that I can no longer come without fantasy, dirty talk, or roleplay involving the idea of me being bald forever.
At one point, the idea of having my ponytail forcibly chopped off was enough, but now that thought is just foreplay, and fantasies of going to bed with hair and waking up completely bald via some depilatory cream that will keep me smooth for months, or thoughts of more permanent hair removal are the main event.
I don't know how much more dramatic and fucked-up my fantasies and actions can get before it starts to be a problem.
*Yes, I am a woman. No, I don't have any kind of strange junk. I just don't like any of the slang terms for female masturbation.
7.09.2009
Bald Again, Naturally
They asked that I send back the fubar blade so they could check it out and see what went wrong, and in return they sent me two packages of triple blades and also a travel kit with HeadSlick, HeadShed, HeadLube in both glossy and matte, and a pen that says, "if you don't shave your head, this isn't your pen." Very cool of them. Also, NSA approved!
My cuts from last week have healed and the scabs fallen off, so I made use of the HeadSlick and the HeadShed (I already have their glossy HeadLube; I love having a shiny bald head), and I am once again shaved. Boyfriend was in awe of how smooth my head is.
Speaking of boyfriend, his birthday is next week. He was envious of the travel kit, so I ordered a snazzy toiletry kit from their website that is essentially an ultra-deluxe travel kit with full-size products and a hanging toiletry bag. Later this evening he was browsing their site and saying he should get this, or he should get that. He orders a lot of shit online, a fair bit of it seemingly on a whim (things like egg rings from mrbreakfast.com, pretty much anything ordered from woot.com, etc.) So I blurted out, "are you going to make me ruin your birthday surprise?" That in itself kind of ruined it, but he still doesn't know precisely what I got him. I ordered a couple of carabiner pens and more of the other pens as well as some HeadWipes, so he'll have lots of HeadBlade goodness for his birthday. It seems fitting considering his birthday gift to me.