I
Cut
All
My
Hair
Off.
It's
All
Betty's
Fault.
Have you ever been itching to do something, but you needed ONE person to nudge you, however slightly?
Betty Dodson gave me more of a sharp shove.
I confessed I'd been feeling like I was was stuck in the frozen food aisle of soccer mom wasteland— misshelved— with my tired tresses that haven't had a good shaking up in.... twenty years.
Betty answered, "Stop the mother crap. Off with it!"
I did my chop in the morning, and then met up with Betty and Veronica Vera (the serendipity of that is only hitting me now) leading the way to a massage den in Murray Hill that Annie Sprinkle advised us was the last word in getting walked all over. This masseuse did things to me with her feet that I've never accomplished with both hands.
Afterward we vaped, ate chocolate gelato, and swapped trade secrets. One breaking bit I can tell you is that Miss Vera is the keynote speaker at the Fantasia conference in P-town this year, and has been thinking about doing a further workshop about money and transgender issues... the most taboo gender issue of all, if you ask me.
I suggested to Betty she write a book about whatever she does to look and live so well— she's almost EIGHTY, and makes me feel like I'm barely keeping up! I told her, "Write down whatever you're doing, and I'll follow it verbatim." Look at how far I got with the hair!
photos: Veronica Vera
