It’s no secret that hair is synonymous with style. It is perhaps even more important for those of us who aren’t completely straight, and until quite recently short hair could act as an instant signiier of sexuality (and was certainly a lot easier to identify at irst glance than the length of a girl’s nails). I once read an online piece that claimed the difference between a “straight” short haircut and a “gay” one was the way it was cut at the neck; if the hair was feathered, then you were probably looking at a straight girl. If it was shaved or cut into the neck, you could more or less assume she wasn’t completely straight. And if she rocked a shaved head, she had achieved optimum dyke status.
Perhaps this was in part because it was a visual rejection of societal norms of femininity – even now, people of a certain age may visually equate “lesbian” with “bull dyke”. Butch or femme and everything else, sexuality and style have always been inextricably linked. This is completely different for someone with a fetish for haircutting. Where some people cut their hair to suit their image, we do it to suit our lifestyle – whether the image its sexual preference may or may not be a coincidence. Where some people enjoy sex, we head to the barber shop.