Bulletin: Rob Finally Got a Hair Cut

October 5, 2007

Just got in from getting my hair cut. I love getting my hair cut. Especially by Eduardo. Some of you know Eduardo, but many of you don’t. He’s my ex-boyfriend from about, oh, 100 years ago (actually maybe about 16 years ago). He’s now one of my closest friends in the world. He’s from Tijuana, Mexico, and speaks in a very thick accent (”What are ju doink, beech?”) and he’s one of the most generous, creative, funky, funny people I know. Whenever my sisters ask about him (they’re fans, too) it’s always: What does his hair look like now? or how long is his beard now? (he’s had about a million hairstyles: cornrows, shaved, mowhawk, fauxhawk, GoHawk– ok, I made that one up– blue hair, green hair, blond hair– you name it).

<–eduardo, in case you hadn’t guessed

I see Eduardo about once a week socially; definitely one of the great things about being back here in San Diego. We chat, we laugh, we talk about our dreams and hopes and fears and lives. He’s living one of his dreams– he owns the salon! (and to think I met him when he worked in a flower stand). Today he told me he thinks there should be a reality show based on his life. The crazy, zany things he does, the parties, the haircuts, the clients, the sex (not with the clients, mind you), the drugs, the rock and roll, the struggles of trying to understand his English. Eduardo is always surrounded my the most fabulous people– models, strippers, dancers, artists, designers, and then there’s me and Ted– two bears former bears (thanks Weight Watchers!). Somehow we fit in there, though I often feel like such a square when I’m with his fabulous friends. But his fabulous entourage is always filled with gracious, funny, engaging and engaged people (we once rode on a party bus with all of them– a night that will go down in infamy).

Anyway, I took a few pictures of my hairdo when I got home (I thought i’d better before Ted makes me wash all the gunk out of it). I’m not very good at taking my own picture but here they are:

it’s a bit spikey, and kind of mullet-y–but i’m going to wash it and pat it down so Ted will never know! He’s not crazy about the mullet– but at my age, i’m lucky I have hair! you know? There’s not a whole helluva lot I can do with it. Hey, I finally stopped wearing it in a Ceasar (yeah, I worked that one for about 6 years too long).

So, anyway, when I was taking pictures of my hair, I noticed I was getting the wall right above my computer– the wall I face– in the photos. I decided I would show you my bulletin board– the one I look at while typing blogs, or writing, or doing school stuff. I love my bulletin board. It makes me smile. It gives me inspiration. The paper underneath the photos and things tacked up was designed by my friend Scott-the-Craft guy in NYC. He makes fabric, so the paper was actually a fabric design pattern he made and gave me. Anyway, here’s my bulletin board (i’ll try to explain some of the thingys on it–sorry about the quality of the pics, i’m not very good at photos):

Here’s a little paper doll of some wrestler– I think his name might be Goldberg or is it Steve Austin? Anyway, he’s standing next to a picture of me and my two sisters one Christmas, probably about 1979.

this is one of those Tops Bubblegum trading cards/stickers– of

Cheryl Ladd– the newest (at the time) Charlie’s Angel (my friend, Peter, sent me that; he’s an AK-Tor in Hollywoodland). You can see Scott’s paper behind it.

This is one of my favorite pictures of me and Ted, from the day after our wedding in 2005. The button above it says Trans and Proud. I’m not trans, but if I were I would be proud and i’d wear the button.

This corner of the bulletin board has a little teeny picture of me and Eduardo (from when we were dating–in one of those photo booths–I don’t even remember taking it but i’m glad I have it. I’m wearing this JCrew fisherman’s hat that is so dorky when I look at it now). The middle picture (hard to see) is Jason Mraz– my other boyfriend. The pic next to Mraz is just a haircut that I kind of liked a few years ago and decided to keep the pic because of that. The one above is Alan Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky from 1958. That Peter Orlovsky was really handsome. Once my sister saw this postcard on my refridgerator and she asked if they were a couple of friends of mine.

This shows another Tops Baseball card but this one is of Tom Selleck, hubba hubba. Next to Tom is my cat, Hermia (16yrs old!) and her little toy, Snuggles. Next to that is a note to myself to send the next chapter of my novel to my writing ‘coach’. And below that is a postcard of Jack Kerouac holding a cat. And… next to that is an old photo of a really sweet actor named Lon McCallister who I thought seemed like a nice person.

Elsewhere on the bulletin board (I just discovered I like saying the word “elsewhere”–it makes me feel British. Say it, you’ll see what I mean), I have pictures of Susan Hayward and Joan Crawford, a postcard of our favorite bar: The Phoenix in E. Village, NYC, postcards of movie cowboys, a very tattoo’d man, a paint-by-numbers cat, and a cowboy and cowgirl couple. Oh, and and a picture of this thing I want to buy from Urban Outfitters. and a clip of film showing June Allyson slapping Joan Collins from the movie “The Opposite Sex.”

Ok. I’m going to try to do some work. I swear.