Stingray, forced against her will to pose with the super dorky Giant Stevie Ray Vaughan at Town Lake in Austin, 2003. Itâ€™s a good thing sheâ€™s in Ecuador, because when she sees this, she’s gonna want to kick my ass.
My bosom pal Stingray, the notorious hippie punk jetsetter, has been yukking it up in Ecuador and Peru and, I think, Botswana for a few months now. She files this report from Quito about the unexpected consequences of obtaining a butchie coiffure in Latin America:
Yesterday I went with my friend Ana to get a hair cut, and it was a little more eventful than I’d expected.
My flaming fag friend Alexis is a hairdresser, and told us we could both come into his salon to get cuts. So, after a trip to this museum I had been wanting to see, we headed over to the salon. Full of women wanting bleaching jobs to look like some white Baywatch chick, we were a little frightened. (Needless to say, bleach doesn’t exactly take on black hair, so half the city is running around with orange do’s.)
Alexis came prancing over to us and sat us in a chair for consultation. By the way, did I say it’s not normal for women to have short hair here? And not even fathomable for one woman to want a short punk-style, much less two. As he started our cuts a group began forming outside to see the weird boy-girls do fucked up things to their hair.
Feeling a bit on display, it came time for my turn and the crowd continued to grow. The owner began looking worried and said that it was bad for business and to hurry up and finish. I almost had to beg my way into getting a trim on my neck. The answer kept coming as, "We don’t do that for a woman’s cut.â€œ Even my friend Alexis just didn’t quite understand why I would want my hair that way. We quickly paid and pushed our way through the mob only to meet the local metro filled with people practically falling over each other to get a look. Half of the men here do the long, flowing hair thing, but women have absolutely no room to move.
I am tiring a bit from being stared at all day, everyday, all the fucking time. Not as though that doesn’t happen in the states, only slight differences. What’s weird to me is that I don’t think I look all that strange.