Half-Nekkid Hair Thursday

Here's another tribute to Half-Nekkid Thursday, thanks to Osbasso. Purely by coincidence, he also did a hairy HNT.

I used to hate my hair. My hair is really wavy and thick. But not wavy pretty, wavy like "I'm going to be wavy in this section and kinda straight over here and let's throw in a curl for good measure." My mom taught me to wash my hair every damn day and to brush it often. All of you out there with dry, curly/wavy hair are shitting your pants right now. You know what this does to my kind of hair.

Then one day, at the age of 25, I met Elena, the Goddess of Hair. She understood my hair, how to cut it and what to do with it. She gasped when I spoke of the daily washing of my mane. I learned to let it get a bit dirty and oily. There's nothing wrong with being a little bit of a dirty girl is there?

My hair thanked me for it by cooperating with me. Then I learned to curl it here and there so at least my hair was all the same. Then one day I went balls to the wall and had it straightened. It was pricey but OMG was it worth it. Now it takes me ten minutes to do in the morning, even right after washing it. My hair loves me. I love my hair. It's a fairy tale ending. I love those.

Short story for those of you that come here for a good chuckle or chortle or laugh or smirk:

H3.2, Picky, Teddy Bear and I were playing a board game. Picky bursts out "I am the BEST receiver of head. EVER. No one has ever been as good at receiving head as I am. Girls have told me so."

Wow. Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday. Enjoy the view.