I'm sitting here with saran wrap on my head trying to keep the red dye from getting all over the house while I wait for it to simmer. I've always had an affinity for red. This probably stems from the fact that my natural hair is so dark and that red is the only shade I've ever had any luck with (except for violet, but I feel like those are similar). When I was a kid, I always wanted to have pink hair, or Crayola red hair, or once, even blue. My parents were pretty low key when it came to letting me dress myself, but there were some very distinct rules I just couldn't break. My hair was never to be dyed any color that it wouldn't naturally grow or black. At the time I was in school the goth crowd died their hair black and my parents didn't want me to associate with them. I just had a random flash back to a moment filed somewhere in the forgotten archives of my brain. I was going somewhere with this guy I wanted to be dating but wasn't (believe me it was for the best), and my mom asked where we were going, what we would be doing, and what time I would be home. With as much seriousness as he could muster, he replied, "We're going to go smoke a field of marijuana, sacrifice goats to a pagan god, and be home by about 9." While he was clearly joking, this would be why my mom didn't want me hanging out with the goth crowd. I think she knew exactly what kind of shenanigans I would get into if left unsupervised.
So, in addition to the hair rule, I also couldn't pierce any part of my anatomy other than my ears and those could only have 2 holes. And I definitely couldn't get any tattoos or shave my head. Oh man, I really wanted to shave my head like Sinead O'Conner or Annie Lennox. I also wanted to tattoo barbwire around my bicep (thanks mom for killing that one). As an adult, I've really just ran with it and done all the things I couldn't back then. I haven't totally shaved my head, only because I don't think I'd like the way it looks, but I have done the buzzed back and sides with the long top. Oh, that was fun! Right now, I'm working on growing it out again, just because I haven't had it long for ages and there are some things I really want to try.
You know, I've been wearing hot pink boots and getting tattoos of things like Manadee for so long that I forget there are people in the world who think I'm weird. There are people who just don't do these things and hey, you do you, but I've got to do me! I think if you went through my closet right now, you'd think that about 70% of my clothes had been stolen from old women, 20% came from a circus, and 10% were from pillaging the Wal-mart athletic department. I'm really ok with that. And there's the timer! Got to go wash out my hair and see what color I got this time! You all have a wonderful day, and never be afraid to let your freak flag fly!
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