March 15th, 2019

iambear

El Leon

I love messing around with my hair. I had been thinking about getting it colored again like I did many moons ago, but I'm getting to the age where it might come across as "trying too hard." I used to love having Kitty dye my hair red or burgundy or having her take me to a salon where we would both get something done. Instead I just decided to let my hair go. I'm probably going on 2 years since my last haircut. I have liked the results! I'm feeling young while looking old. I want a full head of hair to project virility while many my age are balding. To complete the hairy guy look I also stopped shaving back in October, so I have the full "mountain man look" going on.

In the office many folks know I'm a furry, especially those that have been here the longest. I have worn fursuits for Halloween and at picnics. My wall has furry art and comics depicting people in animal costumes. So it's no big secret. One of my co-workers has been calling me "Oso" for years. I find that very flattering. Yesterday, though, we had a fun interaction. We met in the hall and he just stared at me in shock. He pointed to my head and asked what was going on with my hair. I said I was just letting it go. He shook his head and told me that I was no longer Oso. I now had a mane so I should be Leon. I got a big kick out of that.