Dont have any hair left, but i did change my facial hair. For years & years i sported a
Skydog, but i switched to a negative of that and now have a foot-long VanDyke.
Had beautiful long hair when i was a hippie - looked like the lion in the Wizard of Oz. By the time i met my Mary, though, i pretty much kept it all in a pony tail. Mary hated pony tails but she didnt bark @ me about it right away.
We worked on an adolescent psych unit together and one night an Iranian gay patient found something with which to slash his wrists after a family session (Reno was filled w Iranian gay folk who'd been banished to America by their families) and made an alarming mess of himself. Scary Mary was the Einstein of those kind of sitches and handled the disarming & comforting with aplomb. Was now the matter of the bandaging to attend, so she instructed me to keep contact with him while she went for first-aid materials. When she returned she saw me holding the patient like a new dad holds a diaper. Guess i was afraid of overstimulating him or catching the gay (this was 35 yrs ago) or whatever but Mary was decidedly not pleased.
She decided to handle my ponytail & homophobia in one fell swoop. She made an appointment for me w her hairdresser, Clint, who is the gayest man i've ever known. For years, each time i'd go to see him, it was, "Well, rub my Clint, our darling hippie has come down from the hills for to have his hedges trimmed!!" Now, i had never even been to a barber, went straight from me Da's electric razor to total growout, interrupted only by my friend Carol's occasional shag. For over an hour Clint fussed and fretted and flipped divisions of wikkidhair to & fro. I knew i was still somewhat auditioning for Mary's love - we were a very new item - so i was well behaved, but she often teased my that watching my eyes dart & jaw clench thru this hour was the best show she ever saw.
But he did magic. Swept hair this way and that, refined my whiskers and gave my Irish moonface the first cleanly defined lines it had ever sported. When he was thru, i was one epee away from being the Fifth Musketeer. Loved it so much, i asked for care & comb-out instructions. Gay for a day.