No one is going to kick you out, but you are going to be the awkward one in the corner alone by the punch bowl all night. You know this space wasn’t made for you and most of the people in it might not even consider your existence. For anyone who does not possess masculinity in a “standard” way, be it a cis-gay man, a boi, an older woman, a trans guy, the shop can sometimes feel like walking into a party you weren’t invited to. If barbershops are dens of masculinity, I’m a different kind of bear. But I still always felt a little anxious right before going. I got dapped up, sat down, lined up, and then I left. I went to barber shops for ten years before I transitioned while living as a masculine woman.
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But I was also learning how to move as an outsider in a new space that I had no experience in. I had to learn if I wanted my lineup boxed or tapered, and to say NO before they rubbed me down with alcohol followed by baby powder and olive oil sheen, leaving my neck burning and my hair so shiny it was reflective. I had to learn the clippers formula, which numbers equaled which lengths. I was a fade freshman and there were things I had to learn - mainly how to ask for the haircut I wanted. It was framed by vanity lights straight out the eighties but my chubby face- long hair- slightly crooked bangs look was timeless.Īt eighteen I cut all my hair off and began going to barbershops. She would trim my bangs in the double sink bathroom that she shared with my father, while I stared at my awkward little self in their big mirror.
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