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.

Bald and Bewitching

Have I mentioned how much I love being bald?

The icing on the smooth, shiny cake is that I look fan-fucking-tastic with no hair. For a long time I didn't want to pursue the fantasy because I thought a shaved head wouldn't suit me. Now that I've done it, I don't think I look as good with hair. All day today I kept staring at any reflective surface that offered a glimpse of my gleaming scalp and I marveled at how amazing it looked.

Being bald has seriously boosted my level of self-security and I don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

Bald, Bald, Bald

Every time I have hair and the boyfriend shaves it all off I feel a little apprehensive. Even though I really want it to be gone and to be as bald as the day is long, it has taken time to get to its current length and shaving my head means I'll have to start over if I want to let it grow. This time was no different. And, as is always the case in this situation, my hair has been clipped off and thrown away, my scalp is smooth, and I love it and wonder why I was ever sorry to see it go.

When I asked the boyfriend to make a deal the other day he was reluctant to give me an answer. He loves my shaved head, but he feels the same sense of loss when my hair is taken away, so his answer was never more definitive than, "We'll see." Tonight I was shopping for HeadBlade cartridges at Walgreen's (I'm going to keep shaving my head as long as I can get away with it) and when I picked up a package and commented that they were on sale, he whispered in my ear as he reached past me for a second package saying, "We'd better get more; I plan on keeping you shaved for a while."

Bald Bargaining

In the throes of self-induced passion I told the boyfriend last night that I wanted him to wake me up when he got home from work (4:00 A.M.) and shave my head. I said that I would let my hair grow as long as he likes if he lets me keep it shaved for the rest of the summer (yeah, I know I said I don't like being bald when it's hot, but I really wanted it gone.)

When he got home I didn't wake up entirely, but I remember hearing him tell the cat that I had too much hair. She must have gotten curious when he was laying out his tools. I woke up later in the morning when he came in the room for something or other, and when he saw that I was awake he laid down with me and tugged on the little bit of hair he could grab hold of, whispering that it was time for my hair to come off.

My heart started racing as I sat up and saw the clippers and the HeadBlade off to one side, with hot water and shaving cream on the other side of the bed. The last time I requested that he shave me, all I got was the un-guarded clippers, but I could see that he was going to go all the way this time. He had laid a sheet on the floor so that there would be less mess, and in short order I was covered with my 1/4 inch hair. An hour and three shots with the blade later I was completely bald, head to toe (well, I still have eyebrows and eyelashes).

He's not sure about the idea of me keeping my head shaved for the next three months so I've already shaved my head smooth again even though I was only shorn twelve hours ago. I'm going to be as bald as I can be until my time is up, and maybe if I'm bald enough to keep him happy, he'll keep his slut around for a bit.