Hairy Dreams

I hadn't had any for a while since I spent quite a while with no hair, but I've started dreaming about having my head shaved again.

The dreams involve me trying to find a way to cut off my hair or shave my head, but I lose the scissors or the clippers get dull, or my hair grows back faster than I can get rid of it. During these dreams I never succeed before I wake up.

Last night I had the first one I'd had in quite a while. I wasn't supposed to cut my hair because my boyfriend wanted it long (sound familiar?), so I spent the entire time trying to think of a way I could shave it all off without upsetting him. The final solution was to just shave some of it off, and I ended up with a very high undercut shaved to the skin. Dream me was convinced that nobody would be able to tell as long as my hair wasn't in a ponytail, but LucidDream me knew that there was so little hair on the top of my head (it was shaved up past my eyebrows) that it would fool nobody.

I woke up grinding against the bed and wishing my head didn't hurt so much so I could concentrate on fucking myself. Wishing my headache would go away was about as useless as wishing Ricardo would give in to my begging for a smooth scalp during sex.

Hair Apparent

It has been too long since I posted anything here. When I'm not shaving my head, I don't have as much to say about it.

I've been letting my hair grow for about 3 months now. I really like it. That doesn't keep me from trying to bargain with Ricardo, however. A few weeks ago I tried to get him to keep me bald for a year in exchange for weekly blow jobs. He was very tempted, but he passed on my offer. And even though I do like the way my hair looks I think often about him taking me to the female barber who has been cutting my hair and paying her to shave it all off no matter what I ask her to do to it. She knows I was bald for quite a while before this, so I think she might be convinced that I will not freak out if she shaves my head. The best part about it is that I wouldn't have any idea what was happening until after it was all buzzed off since she generally turns me away from the mirror until she's done.

I will be needing a haircut pretty soon, so my next post might be titled, 'Bald At Last, Bald At Last! Thank God Almighty, I'm Bald At Last.'

Hair: It Takes Too Long to Grow

My hair is in the achingly lengthy stage of growth where I need a haircut every couple of weeks to keep from looking sloppy. It's also at the point where I can't just have Ricardo give me a one-length-all-over buzz with the clippers. If I don't have the sides and back cut shorter and blended with the top I just look fuzzy. Not a look I'm fond of.

Ricardo's biggest gripe with this is that I'm not going to make much progress if I keep getting it cut. If I don't keep it looking tidy, however, I'm going to get annoyed with it and do something drastic. As drastic as it gets when your hair is half an inch long, anyway. I never did like growing my hair out, but I never like looking the same all the time and there's only so much hair I can cut off before I have to start over again.

Hair to There

I've gone almost a month now without shaving. The boyfriend (who I will refer to as Ricardo from this point on, just so I don't have to keep calling him 'the boyfriend') and I went out of town for a few days, and he told me when we got home that he had planned on shaving my head while we were away. Why, you ask, did I not come home with a gleaming, smooth, naked scalp? He forgot the clippers and my hair is too long to shave without trimming it down first. C'est la vie.

Not only have I not shaved for several weeks, but I also haven't trimmed my hair at all. One of the things I like about a clipper cut is how precise my hair looks. Right now it's far from precise. I've been telling Ricardo (heh) that I need a haircut for about a week and a half, and I think it might take an ultimatum to get him moving: If he doesn't cut my hair in the next two days, I'm going to do it myself and he will not like the results.

A part of me hopes he doesn't step up on that one...

Bald No More

With the start of the new season, my agreement with the boyfriend has reached its end. Most people would likely still describe me as bald or having a shaved head, and at the very beginning of my adventure I would have described myself as having no hair, but having been truly completely bald I don't feel the same way now. Clippers with no guard would be able to shear off some length, so I am officially not bald anymore. It makes me a little sad and wistful, but at the same time I'm glad to not have the time-consuming daily task of shaving anymore, and the growth of new hair means there will be more to cut off in the future.

I had noticed over the last month or so that the routine of shaving had lost some of its appeal because it had become so routine. After just a few days of being denied the privelige I was begging for boyfriend to take me in the bathroom yesterday and shave my head; I plead with him to tell me what I could do to get him to make me bald again.

The prospect of letting my hair grow for the sole purpose of having hair to shave off is great, but I don't want to have to wait for it to grow! It's interesting how so much in life takes so long to be completeled but can be undone with so little effort in such a short amount of time.

Hair Today, Bald Tomorrow

Once again I've been lazy about shaving. I misjudged how much hair I had tonight and can only imagine what I must have looked like after the first pass, when I had shaved down most of it but not closely and not even near evenly. I think I came out of it with a pretty sexy-looking noggin. The boyfriend told me that it looks like I'm already getting some ingrowns, though. I can't feel the bumps he says are there.

Boyfriend and I were driving somewhere yesterday and we had the car windows down. Stopped at a light I heard some music coming from the car next to us. It was one of those legendary songs from almost 50 years ago that everyone knows, but that not many people listen to anymore (think Sonny and Cher, the Village People, etc.). I looked up when I realized what song it was and saw a pretty girl smiling at me. She was leaning forward in the passenger seat so she could see past the woman who was driving.

'I like your haircut,' the driver said. 'I was just talking to my daughter about how great you look. You're very pretty.'

I thanked her, and we chatted for the rest of the light cycle. She would have looked great with a buzz cut and I told her that. The daughter could have rocked it pretty hard too, but I didn't get that in before the light changed.

Bald? What's That?

I'm getting really lazy about shaving my head. Maybe it's because my libido has been on the back burner for a while. Maybe I'm getting bored. I don't know.

Shaving my head does seem to have the most effect on me when it's something I'm not doing all the time or haven't done recently. Until a few weeks ago I shaved my head every day for two months; maybe it's time to take a break so it stops feeling routine.

Boyfriend and I were in an amorous mood last night. After he'd cuffed me and forced his hand between my thighs he wanted to ask me a question. I was pretty wanton by this point. When he growled 'how come you have so much hair?' I didn't have an answer. This has to have been one of the only times in our relationship that I didn't have anything to say while he was fucking me; even if I'd had an answer, I don't think I could have made any sounds last night that weren't gutteral and animalistic.

Bald? Maybe Later.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately, as far as my hair goes. My wounds from last week have healed completely, but my hair remains, about 1/8" long. I have been a bit stressed lately and can't be bothered with shaving my head when a shorter shower means more sleep. This should concern me a bit, since the summer is drawing to a close and my allottment of bald-time is almost over; I should be shaving my head every day for as long as I can get away with it.**

I was posting on the LTAH boards the other day and the topic was 'brows or browless'. There are some women who can totally rock this look (there were some photos posted on the thread, and the first girl was absolutely adorable). I am not one of those women who look great with no eyebrows.

The first time I shaved my head I also shaved my eyebrows. I did it partly because the idea of being completely hairless was pretty hot, but also a little out of spite, since the guy I was dating was really not a fan of bald women and he refused to even entertain the idea that I might actually look pretty good. I knew that if I shaved my eyebrows I would be more of a 'freak' to him. Our relationship was already on the rocks and I had tried to dump him a few weeks before but he wanted a second chance. I agreed to give him a month to change the things that needed to change. We were nearing the end of the probationary period and hadn't done anything he said he would do.

Anyway, after I shaved my eyebrows I still drew them on every day. This was a colossal pain in the ass, but I was afraid that maybe people would figure me out. When they finally started to grow back they were pretty wonky. I was waxing them one day to try to coax them into a better shape and accidentally ripped out half of the left one. I cursed for a moment and then decided to wax them off completely since I was beyond the point of damage control; I was still having to fill them in every day anyhow.

After the second removal I was no more fond of the way it looked and I was tired of having to pencil in my eyebrows. I had an epiphany: if they make wigs and false eyelashes, why not false eyebrows? Sure enough, a google search turned up a cancer website that sold this particular type of falsies. I ordered a couple different kinds and was pretty stoked when they were delivered.

After trimming them to the desired shape, I experimented with the two different types of adhesive to see how hard it would be to put these things on. One of the adhesives was the color and texture of school glue, and the other was spirit gum. I couldn't get it right with the latter, so I went with the former.

This was mid- to late-summer, and the heat and humidity combined with the body heat I generated at work caused the glue to re-liquify and it started to bead around the edges. Whenever I would wipe it away it would just dry to a film beneath my brow bone. I was worried all the adhesive that had oozed out would cause the prosthetics to not stick anymore. Needless to say, I only wore them again once or twice.

Strangely enough, after waxing my eyebrows they grew in a lot better. It did take more than a year to grow back as thick as they were and I still don't get much growth at the outer corners. Ce'st la vie.

**After I started this post I did end up taking a shower and shaving my head. I would have to say that my hair was closer to 1/4" when I took the trmmers to it to remove the bulk.

Bald and... Something

So, I cut myself pretty badly a few days ago. Maybe I'm losing my mojo?

Being Bald Gets Rough

I cut myself shaving a couple of days ago and I hadn't shaved so my scalp had some time to heal. I was in the shower today and thought boyfriend had changed the HeadBlade, so I knicked myself on the third or fourth swipe.

I could feel the blade catch where it should have been able to glide easily, and immediately stopped. I slashed myself pretty badly the last time I cut myself with the HeadBlade because I didn't stop and switch out the cartridges. Today the cartridges weren't in the shower where I had left them. I didn't want to dry off to get them, or track water across the floor trying to find them, so I switched over to the razor I use to shave everything else.

I had forgotten how tedious it is to shave with a regular disposable razor, and also how difficult it is to get a truly smooth shave; of course, I didn't go over it a second time like I usually do since I was only continuing the shave so as to not look half done, but I still would have liked a smoother shave.

For a couple of hours it was crazy smooth if I rubbed my head in the direction of the hair growth, but it wasn't long before it didn't feel so smooth anymore no matter which way I rubbed it. Getting in to bed tonight, I snuggled behind boyfriend to suck out some of his warmth and when I kissed the back of his neck I could tell that he had shaved in the shower. Further groping led to groping even more because I think this is the smoothest shave I've ever felt on him. I am a bit envious and looking forward to shaving tomorrow to see if I can't get my bald head as soft and smooth as his.

Cross your fingers for me.