OK, so no one thought I had even close to a mullet at Pride. Turns out gf and I were suffering from "lesbian mullet hypersensitivity syndrome," wherein short-haired (or even fairly short-haired) lesbians and their friends and girlfriends, fairly freak when they see even the slightest wisp of a hair inching its way down the back of the neck.
It's time we all joined hands to fight this disorder. Start by sharing your own mulletophobic story with your friends--analyze how shame played a part in leading you to loathe only the mullet at first, but gradually yourself, and your own wisps of hair, even your own lesbianism.
Sigh.
Soon I will share my own sad story.
And a picture of myself when I used to have a real mullet.
Before I venture into mullification, I'll go to fucking Fantastic Sam's...home of the $12 haircut. I found a gal who's actually quite good, there. She did cut my scalp, once...a real cut that scabbed. Still, I go back to her. I'll risk hepatitis if it means avoiding a mullet.
Posted by: Mick | November 13, 2007 at 02:53 PM
i came across your blog today after i googled "americas next top lesbian".i stumbled upon your book a little over a month ago under the "gender studies" section. while reading it on my way to the register i tripped right into an extremely cute little dyke, who, as i was apologizing asked where your book was. i didnt get her number but after reading it i'm satisfied to know there will be one more forewarned lesbian in massachusettes. now on mullets? mine was dreadful. i asked for bangs to my eyebrows, and the woman extended the cut to behind my ears, where it then dropped to the base of my ears and the nape of my neck. i asked the same woman 2 years later for a crew cut and ended up with some weird bowl thing. its called "the helmet"
Posted by: CoEn | November 25, 2007 at 07:55 PM