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I cut my hair, and now the back of my neck is naked. The back of my neck has not been naked in three years. Maybe more than that. My hair just kept growing, as hair does, and I kept letting it grow, down past my shoulder blades and longer, and then all I did with it was dye it various shades of red and keep it in a ponytail.

Ponytails are exciting! No they're not.

Which is why I cut bangs. I look, as I have previously noted, like an asshole in bangs. Especially swoopy porn star bangs. Which I hacked short in a fit of oh my god I have swoopy porn star bangs.

That didn't work out so well. And neither did my attempt at Betty Paging it up. Oh, my.

But now, they are professionally short, and so is the rest of my hair, and the identity I had all wrapped up in having long wavy sex-hair, spilling over my shoulders all dramatic-like and making me feel pretty despite however else the rest of me looked, that is gone, and the best I think I am mustering is somewhere around cute.

Round-cheeked, knobby-chinned, art-student-glasses cute, and I am still trying to get used to it, to figure out how to bring myself, all the parts of me, disparate, clanging, discordant, together.

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