Sex and The Southern Belle

I had hoped for other hair... (My Little One Reading a Book Before Bed) ... for my daughter. No, I didn't want her to have "good hair"... hair that ebbed and flowed close to the weight of Whiteness. I didn't want that for her.  I didn't want her to have hair that was deemed "managable" or "a good grade". as if you can give hair letter grades or grade it on a curve. I just wanted her to have any hair other than MY hair. She inherited my hair. And I cried. When I found out I was having a girl, anxiety was replaced with dread. " Dear God.. I have to learn how to do hair ". See, growing up, my mother was my stylist, even way into high school. So in between salon visits, she would relax or press my hair. She'd style it or comb it. And I never worried about it. I tried and tried to do my own hair... and failed. The only style I could keep up were Brandy-inspired box braids (which some poor, Senegalese woman would do for ho...

Every few years or so, I get into making myself a “project”. As in, transforming my entire look and I become a project. This usually occurs when some major milestone has happened in my life: joining my sorority, getting engaged, turning 25…turning 30...getting divorced. You name it; I celebrate my overhauling my looks. About 10 years ago. I went totally and completely natural and chemical free with my hair. 5 years after that, I began my locs. When I was divorcing, I started losing weight and I changed up my style of dress, not trying to hide my figure and embracing who I am. And just this year. I went from brown locs to reddish-blonde to celebrate turning 30. My makeup went from pretty conservative to sometimes drama filled at times. Then back to pretty neutral (well. I can’t count make-up. That is usually when the mood hits me, depends on the occasion, etc.) I even got a new tattoo. I need a major make-over. I mean..I feel fine. Still on the weight loss tip. Still working out. St...

(BTW...that isn't me! LOL) As I sit here playing in my locs and basking in their glorious fragrance of the hair oil I use (as I do probably every morning at work for about 15 minutes before I start working. because bullsh*tting is totally my thing....).. I was just thinking." Why don't more brothers like natural hair ?"I don't mean the "Freddie Brooks/Mixed Chick" type of hair...I'm talking straight out the motherland, nappy, bushy, twisted-out,loced-up type of stuff. I think my locs are beautiful...and I personally don't give a damn if a dude isn’t feeling them...because he isn’t the dude for me. I just hate statements like..."Well...I NORMALLY don't like chicks with natural hair...but it looks good on YOU"...uhm...I'm just wearing my hair (with a little manipulation via some hair color and loc-maintanence....which is purely aesthetic) the way God had it grow out my damn scalp! What's so wrong about that? I think brothers i...