As most people here knows, forced short hair was a punishment and way to make me an outcast in my childhood / growing up.  It was not until I got to the church boarding school that I was allowed to grow my hair out as the rest of the kids had.  As soon as I returned to the hell home of my youth that normal length hair was gone, again even at 18 I had no say in how long my hair was.  I went into the navy soon after.  Then the Army.  When I got out of the military I again got a job requiring a more shorter hair cut and no beard.  As soon as I left that environment I grew my hair out to a more 1970 /1980s I was never allowed to have.  At some point I grew a beard.  Ron loved that look.  In 2019 I notice what seemed to be an explosion of everyone now trying to wear a beard.  Especially young people who it seemed couldn’t really do it.  So I shave it off.  I really do hate to be part of a clone look.  I prefer people to express themselves as they really feel is them.  Not part of a cloned crowd of what is expected to be the norm.  Then Covid happened and I stopped getting my hair cut, letting it grow to as long as it could.  

But due to my medications and over all health, my long hair got ever thinner and brittle.  It was breaking and unable to be controlled without putting it into restraints.  Even in a “pigtail” it would break off.  I got tired of fighting it.  Ron got looking at pictures of me before when I had shorter hair and my beard.  He showed it to me and told me how much he loved that look on me.  OK I agreed.  The clone look had faded and I let him cut my hair and I grew my beard.  I wanted the 1970s / 1980s swept back shoulder length covering the ears look.  He cut it too short and it upset me.  Plus because of how thin it was I couldn’t control it from just falling straight down into my face and eyes.  Even with product or hair spray it couldn’t be controlled. 

I got really tired and upset with.  Ron wanted me to just let it grow if it would.  But again due to medications, I take testosterone for my bones and mental health among other reasons, so it destroys the hair follicles on a guy’s head.  But it also makes hair grow everywhere else.   So I went from great hair on my head but less hair elsewhere before the drug, to three years later being a hairy bear everywhere but my head.  

Now the pictures below are not as closely shaved as I want it and will get it to.  Ron kept taking small amounts off at a time hoping I would say no please stop.  But I got frustrated with this approach and by the time he got to the scalp the damn clippers were so hot they were burning my skin.  Then he tried to shave it with a razor but it was too long to get as close as I wanted to a bald head.  But my scalp was getting very irritated by then. 

This morning I went over the stubble and got it much closer to bald skin.   But I wanted to get the first pictures out as soon as possible, so these will do.  Just know the slight stubble is already gone and when my news shows are over I will shave it entirely to the scalp.  As always I would like your opinions, good, bad, and even ugly.  It won’t change my opinion of what I want to look like, nor of how I feel about anyone.  For example yesterday Ron hated it and couldn’t really look at it.  This morning he says he likes it a lot better than when it first was cut it.     Hugs