i love to find random objects and stick them in my dreads.
bits of wire with small beads
beads (not so random)
back when i used to live in europe, all the "punk" kids who had dreads would cut one off and give it too another good friend who had dreads and they would sew it into their dreads. (that sounded confusing) .... a lock swap i guess. sounds neat to me.
In the queer subcultures (especially with men, but also to a lesser extent with females) short hair is de rigeur. Everybody has it, it serves (in part) as an identifier - a way of telling like feelinged people that you are of the same attraction-type.
The queer communities also tend to be very appearance orientated. How you look is what you are. Twinkies dress as twinkies, bears like bears, somebody who wants to be identified as a bulldyke doesn't wear pink dresses and etc...
Dredlocks, and especially long dredlocks do not easily fit into the 'gay hair' picture.
The question then comes in how, lacking a major part of the visual picture (hair) do queer dredheads identify themselves in what is largely a visual medium?
There is the option of not worrying about the hair, but instead focusing on the other 90% of one's visual appearance - this can be problematic though, as hair (especially wildly different hair (even artfags are rarely found with dredlocks)) is a much more major identifier than its relative size would suggest.
There is also the 'well they'll get to know me on their own' option, but especially in a loud club, or from a first impression arcross a crowded room, its the visual aspects that matter. One may not approach another if they either i) don't seem queer, or ii) seem like the wrong kind of queer.
Just wondering how dredlocked queers in this forum (especially men) tend to deal with those issues.
hi, i was just wondering how much does it usually cost to get your dreads done in a salon.. thanks
Everyone's against me and my hair.
My sister (she's getting married next year) came by today, and when I came down, my mum started talking about the wedding. My neighbour came in too and joined their little conversation.
General conclusion : I have to cut my hair to prevent eternal shame for our family.
A couple of comments I got :
"cut your hair before the wedding, maybe we'll still be able to do something pretty with it"
"if you're gonna walk up to the altar with 'those things', everyone's gonna wonder where that hobo came from"
"cut them" x 100
"why did you get that ratsnest anyway ? It looks disgusting. I loved your hair more when it was still normal"
Honestly, my mum NEVER liked my hair like this. From the day I came home with it, she screamed "what have you done ?!!" to me.
Since then, it's been "cut it", "*sigh + headshake*" whenever she sees me. My dad doesn't care, he just occasionally mouths a "look at that".
My sister (the wedding one) always asks me when I'm gonna go to a salon to get my hair fixed up "they look so messed up", my brother never said something about it, but I know he isn't very fond of them, my sister Kim is the only one who says she thinks my hair is crazy.
I know she'd never get dreadlocks, but she once told me she thinks they suit me :)
The rest of my family hasn't even seen me with them, it's been years since I last saw them (the bad half at least, the good half just nods and smiles)
Someone told me this earlier today : they can't force me to cut them.
But I'm sure my mum and my sister will come up with some alternative that I'll eventually agree with, and which will make me cut them after all.
I don't want to give up on my locks, they've (as cheesy as this may sound) made me the way I am today.
I really hate living here at the moment, I wish I could move or something.