Gay men hair cut

Author | Christiane Nickel | Fashion Editor

Haircuts and styles are inherent to the cultural vestiges of queer identity. I remember first coming out with inaugural chopping off of my dirty blond shoulder-length mane,  which looked like an early ‘90s mess before this era was ever deemed ironic. That and my newly acquired “dykey” swagger – which looked more like John Wayne with a hemorrhoid than any sort of Shane-inspired swagger &#; I was trying to attain lasted all of two months. Following that failed exercise in baby dykedom I happily grew out my disastrous coif for some varying degree of a bob and retired to my lame leggings, sequined skirts, and diaphanous sheaths.

When I moved back from Germany short of a year ago I was confronted with a similar issue only this period (much to my ignorance) I felt like my hair wasn&#;t long enough. Endless tendrils of glistening black hair and a sexy dishabille of serpentine curls seemed to become the femme de rigeur at many a queer establishment.  My razor slice Garconne-style hair seemed too European (or at least that’s how it was regarded).

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