March 22, 2008
I hadn’t had my hair colored since mid-November. While it’s not falling out, and is pretty thick, the sides of my head are probably 80% gray. If hair grows at half an inch a month, and it’s been three months, that yields a good inch and a half of gray. Root City! At least for me, I don’t have it on top of my head as bad, creating the part line gray.
Why no color for three months? Well, remember I have this whole crazy incision/scar line thing running from ear to ear up over top of my head? I was waiting for it to heal completely, which it finally did about two weeks ago (yea!). I really didn’t want to get the chemicals into the scarline – I thought that might not aid in healing.
Anyway, I made an appointment for Thursday night, after work, at Gene Juarez in Redmond. I’ve had my hair colored there before, and this is also where I got my hair cut all the time.
But that was still when everyone called me Michael.
The same person had been cutting my hair for six years there. Color was a new thing for me, I’ve only been doing that for less than a year, and I don’t have a regular “person” for that.
(Note, I’m going to use fake names for the people there. Really.)
I had stopped going to “Sue” for my haircuts more than a year ago, as I started to grow out my hair – first somewhat unintentionally, then more purposefully as I knew that I would transition. I really like Sue a lot, and loved going to her. She is great at what she does, and we’d chat about any number of things. I did go back a couple of times over the past year, and Sue really gave me a hard time. “Where were you? What’s going on?’. The last time that I saw Sue, I hadn’t transitioned, and I hadn’t come out publicly. I hadn’t told her.
When I walked in Thursday night, who was standing right at the counter? Sue.
“Where have you been?”
Sue is very direct.
She asks about Samwich, and the big kids, and Anh (she’s met them all). She says to me:
“You look different! So stylish, your long hair, your skin, nice jeans, what’s going on?”
Sue was looking right at me. She 100% recognized me, but didn’t notice that I was now presenting female. Not at all.
Sue says: “Your face looks good, but different, what did you do?”
I said: “I had some surgery on my face.”
“Anh let you do that?”
This went on for a minute or so, and then I leaned over, and quietly said to her:
“Sue, I’m transgendered. I’ve changed my gender.”
She looks at me, and says “Why did you do that?”
Oh, this is going to be a long conversation, but neither of us have time….. I say:
“Because it’s who I am. It’s all good. We are all good… really.”
She says: “Ok, but why didn’t you tell me! We need to talk more.”
At this point, the hair color person comes over, and brings me back to start with that process.
About a half an hour later, as I’m sitting under the dryer, Sue comes over, sits next to me, and we have a good long talk – although its honestly hard to talk under a dryer.
She says “I’m going to do your hair when you are done with the color. It could look better, I’m going to fix it for you.”
Again, Sue, very direct.
I agreed, and when I was done with the color process, I went over to see Sue, and she did my hair – little styling, a little cut (not much).
Sue chided me for not telling her, yet again. I told her about the blog, all the stuff we had done. She was first and foremost wondering about the kids – how were they doing. She has kids too….
As she was finishing up, she said “Well, know when you walk down the street, and say to people, ‘Hi I’m Megan’ they won’t even question it. Hair says a lot you know!”
Thanks Sue! Good to see you again…. I’ll be back soon.