Mohawk

This entry was originally posted at Roaming Seattlite. For more information see Uh, the other blog..

So one of the reasons I started this blog is that I didn’t want my mother to know that I had lost my primary job.

The second reason is that I didn’t want my mother to know that I’m now wearing my hair in a mohawk.

I’ve wanted a mohawk for a while. I usually think guys with a mohawk look sexy. There is nothing like seeing a nicely cut strip of hair down the middle that doesn’t have any grooming issues surrounded by a nice clean scalp on either side.

Being fucked by a fit guy with mohawk hair is a fun fantasy for me.

There are a few funny things I’m discovering about a mohawk are that getting out of the habit of drying your hair normally doesn’t happen quickly; it feels funny to rub a towel on the bald parts of your scalp. I also haven’t gotten used to my t-shirt getting stuck on the stubble on the back of my head.

Also odd is that I’m wearing a hat out in public. I think part of this is that I’m insecure about the hair, like I’m a poser or something… I need to work up some guts, but I think it’ll come in a day or two.

Oh, and every time I see myself in the mirror I get a huge grin..