I am NOT my hair

Getting a haircut was probably one of the most misleading steps of my life. Incase yall don't understand, I was the "rapunzel" of my "days"...until recently, when I took that bold "what was I thinking" step, and cut my hair....all of it!...and honestly it has been a journey henceforth. I say my haircut is mis-leading because for the past month (since I cut it), I seem to have attracted a different crowd and appealed to a different demography. Ok...first of all, I had two old ass, no teeth having, bald-headed men who looked like their life insurances were due for disbursement anytime soon try to "holla at me"...take note guys, I have never had my hair this short. The second group of people, who if I may add, seemed more fascinating to me, was LESBIANS! Yes O! I have been whistled at, hauled at, and almost embarrassingly stared at by a surprisingly large number of lesbians...and it gives me joy...well of course I have a choice between Viagra using men whose risk of having a heart attack might triple if blood flows to the wrong part of their anatomy, & muscular lip-stick- wearing lesbians...with good credit and a large bank account (word on the street is that homosexuality is a free pass to wealth...). I have made quite a few new friends and most importantly, cutting my hair made it seem like a part of me was shed, and I compare it to somewhat letting go of my reticence…I felt stripped as the first lock of hair fell from my head and gradually, I felt naked…it was a great feeling…somewhat of a guilty pleasure. Could this mean that with my new haircut came a new attitude? Or that I would no longer party at a regular night club, but instead join the "gay crowd" in order to hold on to my free drink privileges? Does this mean that I have stripped myself of all superficiality and resurrected the feminist in me? Does this one little step…of getting a haircut mean that I will now be added to the list of women of "substance?"…women who didn't give two flying fucks…women who put a razor in that hair and took it all off just so habitants of this sexist world we live in don't get it twisted. Does this mean that after Mrs. Funmilayo Ransome- Kuti, Afeni Shakur, Maya Angelou and Erykah badu comes Afrikim? India Arie said it…perms, dreadlocks, braids…don't define me, so why this feeling of a new awakening? It's just a haircut! I know that somewhere between getting a haircut and writing this journal, something has died and something has resurrected. I am not my hair…or am I?..