a personal comic about haircuts and being queer and not realising your body isn’t really yours until you buy a pair of hair clippers That’s my experience anyway
I just nearly started crying because I identify with this feeling of owning myself so hard but I didn’t even really realize it.
hey op thanks for this, I had the exact feelings about my hair for my whole life (strangers touching it and everything) but expressing that feeling just makes people roll their eyes so I’m happy that I’m not alone in feeling sheer freedom from controlling my own hair