It's been more than five months since I've done one of these, so I figure I'm overdue.
For those readers unfamiliar with the tradition, I've been growing my hair for a bit over four years and back in 2008 started making a habit of posting pictures of it each month.
I mentioned in a recent entry that my locks, which many of you seem rather fond of, have reached quite an absurd length lately, but until today there's been no visual evidence to back up my claims.
You'll find below all the proof you need. This is what my hair looks like now:
This is by far the longest I've ever had it, and I've been rather flattered of late by the number of people, many of them random strangers, who come up to me and tell me that they find my hair to be quite beautiful.
Of course, the long blonde waves tumbling halfway down my back can, in conjunction with my slight frame, fair complexion, and smooth skin, lead to occasional confusion regarding my gender.
"Dude, is that a guy or a girl?" a young man gestured toward me at a recent party.
In his defense (and mine), he was a bit drunk.
When his friend squinted at me curiously, I ended their uncertainty with a quick declaration.
"Guy," I announced. "I am definitely a guy."
About a month ago I was waiting in a restaurant to order my lunch when a member of the staff walked up to me and asked, "What would you like, miss?"
I laughed and tried not to blush.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not a 'miss,'" I answered, fighting my embarrassment.
An older woman behind me looked up in surprise.
"Well no you're not," she smiled and turned to the waiter. "He's not a girl. He's just a young boy with very lovely hair."
Periodic speculation concerning my genitalia aside, I'm not planning on getting a haircut anytime soon.
I like it long.
Plus, the onset in a few months of summer and the attendant light clothing it brings should leave no one in doubt about my sex; however androgynous I may sometimes look, there is no girl out there blessed enough to have my thighs nor cursed enough to have my chest.