What to Title This One? Something, Something, Eyebrows. Good Enough.

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I have always been vehemently opposed to wearing the browless look. I'm not sure how many of you still check in, but an update is in order. 

In late March, I shaved off my eyebrows in a moment of lust. My intention was to immediately start growing them back and just draw them on in the interim. I had a couple of weeks off, so I kept shaving and wore my brow bare in public, those intentions to let them grow and fill them in still at the back of my mind. 

When I started drawing them on, Ricardo teased me about how I looked like I had been attacked with a Sharpie. He suggested that I just not cover it up, and completely surprised me when he told me that he actually liked the way I looked without eyebrows. Not that Ricardo was the only one that surprised me; I kind of liked it myself. I still do like it. The contours of my face have changed in the last five years, and I feel that it suits me in a way it didn't before. I haven't had eyebrows for almost six months now, and looking at photos of myself before I shaved them, I wonder why I was ever so against it.

Kübler-Ross Strikes Again

Guest post by Ricardo:

Last night I was sitting on the couch reading. Jane was getting ready for bed after a long day, and I was to join her shortly. Then she came out in nothing but a towel.

Stage 1: Denial - I was shocked that she could be so disobedient. Surely she wouldn't have done this. I saw a glistening on her head where it should be dark.

She slowly walked across the living room and into the light where I was reading.

2: Anger - That little bitch did it! She had been planning this, hadn't she? And she caught me off guard; no way to quickly punish her.

She walked closer towards me with a beautiful half smile, her eyes locked onto mine. Waiting for my reaction. Testing me...

3: Bargaining - Perhaps I could fix this. I need to get a grip on her, if I could only get her to grow it again, just to punish her.

She walked over an knelt on the couch, straddling me. Her face next to mine, I reached up to feel where her hair had been just a few minutes before. The smooth feel confirmed what my eyes were telling me.

4: Depression - She had disobeyed me in a way that wasn't correctable. She didn't just wiggle out of some rope, she had drastically changed something. She had challenged my control. What is the point now...

She moaned a bit as I slid my hands along her smooth head. As my hand reached the back of her head, I grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her down onto me. Our lips met for the first time in many months. My bald slut was back.

5: Acceptance - I realize it isn't something that is going to be changed any time soon, so fuck it. A bald head is just another place for a bit of leather, a kiss, and a caress.

I grabbed her into a deep kiss. I slid my hand up the towel to see what else had been shaved, and was not disappointed. We got up and headed back to the bedroom. It was time for me to take control of things again, to bring the bald slut back into my domain. And I had some anger to let out...

It's A Small, Bald World

I know the hair-fetish community is small, but I was made aware tonight just HOW small it is.

I was using a social-networking/dating site a few years ago and started talking to a guy when he saw photos of me with a shaved head. He shared the hair-cutting experiences he had had with his girlfriend, who had recently shaved her head after he had given her a Mohawk. He was a cool guy and we continued to talk.

Several months later, I received a message from a second guy. He is a fellow hair fetishist and deduced from my profile (which didn't outwardly say that shaved heads were a turn-on for me) that we belonged to the same club. He was thrilled to meet someone who shared his kink. Again, cool guy, we kept talking.

Now, the second guy (we will call him Mr. Y) sent me a message on facebook chat last week telling me that he had finally found a girl online (on the same website where we met) who was willing to let him shave her head. Tonight, after doing the deed, he messaged me again on facebook to regale me with his story and endow me with pictures. I am his only friend in the aforementioned club, and he wanted to share his evening with me.

While I was chatting with Mr. Y I received a message from the first guy, who I will call Mr. X. It had been a while since I'd talked to him, so I figured he was just checking in to see what was new. Imagine my surprise when he said, "My girlfriend just had her head shaved."

Both Mr. X and Mr. Y live in the same state on the opposite coast from me, and I was aware of this. Even though they live in different cities and did not know each other, I immediately knew that Mr. Y was Mr. X's girlfriend's barber.

I switched back over to my conversation with Mr. Y and said, "So, this girl's name isn't Ms. X, is it?" Needless to say, he was baffled; how did I know her name?

I told both guys that I knew the other, and everyone was thoroughly shocked and amused. I do have to say that I wasn't entirely shocked, as this sort of thing happens to me all the time, but I was certainly amused. So was Ricardo. Other than my readers here, he was the only person I could talk to about this, since I am not 'out' to the general public.

That is the end of my story for now. I am not feeling particularly prose-y tonight, so I apologize for my lack of focus and segues, and now I will gracelessly bow out without a decent conclusion.

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.

Bald and Liberated

As I've said before, the sexual appeal of shaving my head is greatly increased when combined with domination and humiliation. It's good for me when boyfriend and I are role playing and he threatens to shave my head and drop me on the corner with nothing, wondering who will ever take in such a dirty bald slut. Or when he ties me up and punishes me for shaving my head against his wishes, or for having too much hair at the end of the day when he has explicitly demanded that I be bald and smooth all the time*.

Since I first started shaving my head I have discovered the tiny feminist in me. I realized that I look great with no hair and that it's okay for me to look great with no hair. It has made me challenge people's ideas of 'what a woman should look like'. Small children ask their mothers if I am a boy or a girl, knowing that I am a girl (or why would they ask?) but confused by my lack of a feature that they have always used to determine gender. I'm sure guys with ponytails get the same thing.

Yesterday I was at the grocery store and I saw a family with two young kids, the boy sporting a mohawk. Mid-sentence he stopped and stared at me while I was walking by, and said, "Wow! She doesn't have any hair!" It was not spoken in the same 'you're different and that means that you are weird' tone that I usually get when kids comment on my haircut. I waved at him and kept moving down the aisle, and as I was walking away I heard his sister say, "She is a girl. She just has a different haircut." Smart kids. At work a couple of days ago another young kid said that I was 'girlish-boyish'. I think that was the first time that I was not annoyed by a child's comments about my shaved head.

I hope that seeing a woman with a shaved head has changed the children's ideas of what a person with certain junk should look like, and I hope that it has done the same for the adults I come in contact with. That said, I have to wonder how far back I'm sending feminism when I want my boyfriend to berate me and punish me for being bald.

*He actually likes my 8-hour grit, saying that it gives me some texture and the velcro effect gives him something to grab onto.

Bald Means Business

This is the new business card! I will be receiving them in the next week or so, and I'm kind of excited. The back says, 'I know you want to.'

Bald Perfection

The biggest drawback of my haircut of choice is the maintenance. Women at work comment how much easier it must be, and how much time I must save. They don't realize that I go from crystal ball to sand paper in about 12 hours, and that it takes 20 minutes in the shower with the HeadBlade for my scalp to be as smooth as I want it to be.

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.

Bald Aspirations

I ordered some business cards today with the address for this blog printed on them. My crazy plan is to just randomly drop them around the city, put them on public bulletin boards, etc., and see if my readership changes much.

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.

Bald Reminiscence

It's been about a month now since I was shaved for my birthday. I think this is the longest I've gone before letting my hair grow out a bit.

When I first met my boyfriend I had a short clipper cut, and one day he came home from work to find that I had shaved my head. He felt my smooth scalp and said, 'Oooh, I like that. I really like that.' I kept it shaved for a few weeks after that, but I don't think it was as long as it seems.

The length of time I stay bald is increasing every time I shave my head, and it doesn't take as long for me to go back after letting it grow for a while. The first few times I did it I shaved just the one time and let it grow back immediately, telling myself that I liked it, but that it was something I probably wouldn't do again. I said the same thing the first time I masturbated when I was 12 or 13. By the time I was sixteen I was wanking at least once a day.

I almost never masturbate now, so if the one trend keeps following the other, I might get to the point where I'm not as interested in shaving my head. That makes me a little bit sad. I'm really kind of nervous about how my fetish is going to progress. Or regress.

Bald As Ever

A true fetish is an obscure sexual desire without which you cannot achieve climax. My fetish started out in my late teens as a mere perversion. It took me a while after stumbling onto a hair-fetish website to admit to myself that I was turned on by more than just the traditionally-sexual content on these sites.

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.

Bald Again, Naturally

I sent the fellas at HeadBlade an email after I got sliced up last week. I wasn't complaining so much as just letting them know that there are sometimes flaws in their product (boyfriend got an entire package of fucked-up blades a while back).

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.