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Fifteen days ago, I shaved my head as part of a fundraising effort for a breast cancer support group in Antalya. I was only bald for about a day. This one should have been obvious, but for some reason I pictured myself looking bald for at least a week, maybe longer. By the afternoon of the second day, though, the stubble was clearly visible. By the following morning, I felt like I was someone with really short hair rather than a bald person. The stubble phase is basically velcro.
For the first week or so after the stubble appeared, everything stuck to my head. Lint, clothing, bedsheets… everything. If I wanted to wear a knit hat, I had to get it positioned exactly right on the first try, because once it was on, there was no adjusting it, it was stuck there. If I wanted to turn over in bed in the middle of the night, I had to lift my head all the way off the pillow first. The first couple of days, people I encountered in my daily life were ridiculously nice to me. People constantly tried to do things for me, carry my bag, and offer me a seat.
People I encountered on the internet, however… More accurately, I should say men on the internet. Rule 34? Yeah, apparently bald fetish is a thing. Guys wanted to know if I was down. Some were quite explicit about their fantasies. I even had a couple of creepy encounters in person, but most of it was online. That particular variety of attention seems to have died down as more recent photos have been ed— I guess I have too much hair now to be of any real interest to people who are turned on by bald women.
I felt differently about personal space than Bald women fetish thought I would. Before I shaved my hair off, I imagined that everyone was going to want to touch my bald head, and that it was going to get old really quickly. The smooth skin thing was a trip in its own right, but the buzz-cut furry animal texture is pretty great, as well.
I felt bald women fetish the way I thought I would about the dumb jokes. I even mentioned on social media that I was bracing myself for the amount of sighing and eyerolling I was going to have to do. It kind of makes me want to punch myself in the teeth, but something had to be done to save people from their own lack of comedic sensibility, and to protect my sanity.
Earrings have become a thing. I have two holes in each earlobe, and normally I wear the same two pairs of earrings day in and day out. Facial expressions have become a thing. Shaving my head was a good way to experiment bald women fetish hairstyles. Since I was getting rid of all my hair anyway, I took full advantage and gave myself several different haircuts on the way out, just for fun. I surprised myself by really liking some haircuts I never considered before, like the buzzed-on-the-sides look.
I have a lot more hair than I thought. I tend to think of myself as someone who has a low-to-moderate amount of relatively fine hair, but I was astonished when I saw the size of the pile of hair on the floor, and it was surprising how long it took to cut it all off with the clippers. Before I shaved my head, I watched a YouTube video of a bald woman who said that she never appreciated how much hair she had until she cut it all off. At the time I thought that was a weird thing to say; now, though, I totally get it.
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