Bloggin' With Bitchass

Saturday... H day

Yesterday I went to my appointment at the hair salon. Besides chatting with Princess Grace, this is one of my favorite activities!

In case you don't know, I have this little part of me... OK.. well... a BIG part of me that likes to give up control. I like it in lots of different areas, and when I see my hairstylist, the same thing goes. When I first started seeing her, I told her that I was TG and that I wanted a woman's cut that I could make look sorta male for work. Same thing goes for my eyebrows when she waxes and shapes them.

After a half dozen or so visits, she finally got to the point of not asking me what I wanted her to do. She even told me recently that she likes working on my hair, because she knows she can do whatever she wants. lol

This has been going on for about the last year, and the only problems I have are that she seems to like my hair very long, and that the whole "make it look sorta male for work" thing has kinda gone out the window. My hair was down to the tops of my shoulder blades in back before I went to see her yesterday.

So yesterday, she did my brows and then shampooed and conditioned me... then it was off to her station. Now this is where I really start feeling all antsy and stuff, because I have no idea what she has planned for me. I don't know if I really understand the technicalities of this whole "sub space" thing, but I have a feeling that she has me sunk pretty deep into it by the time she starts cutting.

So she tells me that she's cutting about an inch off the back, and adding more layers along the sides of my face, and even mentions the dreaded "B" word (bangs). Now I'm REALLY nervous! So she starts cutting and when she's done, its still all wet, but the shape is very cute, and I'm pretty sure I know what comes next. After some blowdrying, she gets out the flatiron. Now she's used this quite a few times before on me, and each time she's finished my hair has gone from having big waves, to being straight, and very femme looking. This time is no different, except that she has added an under curl all around the sides and back. The sides are in lots of different lengths along the sides of my face, so there is a nice fringe look going on. The bangs weren't as short as I was afraid they were gonna be. She showed me the back in a hand mirror and said "It's very pretty!" Eeeeeeek!

Now here is when I enter a different frame of mind... the panic mode... "how is this gonna look on Monday when I have to go to work?" and.. "Am I gonna be able to make it look a little less femme?" Luckily the panic mode doesn't last too long, and I'm out of there and on my way home. I stopped in at a Target and a Walmart, and walked around to see people's reactions. Not too bad..... nobody pointing or laughing...

So why do I enjoy being at the stylist's mercy as much as I do? I'm pretty certain it's the "giving up control" aspect, but maybe there could be another explanation. Whatever it is it's surely related to being submissive and the fact that I kinda like bondage situations a little bit.

One last thing... On the topic of bondage... Aside from the artistic aspect, why in the world do people tie women's thighs together when they tie them up? I mean.. I think that kinda defeats the whole "helpless and vulnerable" idea, but maybe I'm different. I thought that was the whole idea behind things like spreader bars and ring gags....

little bitchass