I don’t get haircuts anymore because they’re too traumatic.
I panic at the thought of clippers clipping loudly,
buzzing past my naked ear, flesh freshly exposed after
months of muffled confinement like a prisoner in a
third world country hidden away in dark quarters
then pulled out in bright light and pushed around by
a man with rough hands and sharp instruments.
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
I don’t get haircuts anymore because they’re too traumatic.
I panic at the thought of clippers clipping loudly,
buzzing past my naked ear, flesh freshly exposed after
months of muffled confinement like a prisoner in a
third world country hidden away in dark quarters
then pulled out in bright light and pushed around by
a man with rough hands and sharp instruments.
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