So, went to get my haircut today. And the sweet, quiet Thai lady at CropShop obviously heard my "can you tidy it up a bit and put in some wax so its a bit spiky" as "I WANT GAY HAIR. GAY. SO VERY GAY. I WANT HAIR SO GAY THAT IT HAS A SERIES OF UNSUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER HAIR BEFORE FINALLY GETTING A CIVIL PARTNERSHIP."
And obviously, instead of saying "could you use wax instead of hair spray", my demonically possessed vocal cords must have shouted out "GAYER!!!!!!1!!! THIS HAIR IS NOT LIVING UP TO ENOUGH STEREOTYPES. ITS TOO MUCH WILL, NOT ENOUGH JACK. WHY ISN'T MY HAIR SINGING I AM WHAT I AM WHILE WEARING BAD DRAG MAKEUP AND GREASING UP A SLING FOR A NIGHT OF HARDCORE FISTING FUN?? THE HAIR IS SIMPLE NOT GAY ENOUGH. IT STILL LOOKS AT NAKED WOMEN ON THE INTERNET WHILE CRYING ITSELF TO SLEEP. MAKE. IT. MORE. GAY".
And so, I now have quite gay hair. You'd think as a gay man, I'd be fine with this.
You'd think, no?
The sad bit is, and I'm prepared for the accusations of making a dad-joke, but the hair cut? It's growing on me.
QWP of course :)