I love having long hair. I love the way it moves, the way it feels, and how feminine it makes me feel. Unlike many people, I never dared having long hair when I was trying to be a boy, so all of this is new to me. Maybe someday, the novelty will wear off, and I will be tired of pushing it out of my face, but until that happens, I am gonna luxuriate in my long hair, and be so grateful I took the chance on letting it grow.
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I can understand...
While I'm still forced to pretend I'm a guy, I still have grown my hair out.
I do get annoyed when it gets in front of my eyes but I can never hate it, I always love it.
I dared...
... having long, luxurious tresses as soon as I was able.;) Unfortunately I have had to crop them in search of steady employment in the past, and recent past. Thankfully, my current employer is quite open to creative people and all of their quirks.;) One co-worker sported the most unique curly red mohawk I've ever seen!!!;0 My foot past the shoulder-length is very tame in comparison.;D
Live Long And Grow It Longer!
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Jonelle
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In my dreams, my hair can never be long enough....
...... or red enough! Thanks for letting me find this brief thought while screening for your Lucky One story! :) For a moment, I was red enough, and it was long enough to swish and sway the way most wonderful way. I feel so feminine.... in my dreams! :) love, Ginger xx