Gimme head with hair, Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair, Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama, Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, Long as God can grow it
— “Hair,” from the musical of the same name
When I posted the story and picture of myself on the first night I stepped out the door, I heard the same message from many different places: “You need hair!” And they were right. It was time for me to get serious about hair … and that meant finding a wig.
It’s interesting how important hair is to gender identity in our culture. We read a lot about a person from the way they wear their hair, and even today there’s a strong gender divide in the way hair gets styled. Let’s face it: if you mistake a man for woman from behind, it is far less likely because of the clothes they’re wearing and far more likely because they had long, maybe even luxurious hair. At least, that’s the trope you see so often in films and television!
I’ve been letting my hair grow long recently, in the hopes that I might be able, in the long run, to avoid having to wear a wig. I don’t like the idea of a wig. I want to look the part from breakfast to bedtime. Like I said, hair is a part of gender identity, and I want that identity. I have been told more than once that I have “nice hair,” so I’m hoping that making the effort of growing it out (and the added softness and sheen that HRT reportedly brings) will mean I won’t need wigs.
But hair grows slowly. Around Christmstime I had gotten one of my severe buzz cuts — trimmed to about 3/4″ length — so even though I’ve been letting my hair grow for five months, it’s only about 4 inches long. Also, it has not been styled at all, so it’s basically a puffy mushroom on my head right now. So yeah, it was time to get a wig.
I had no idea where to start, but some advice from a friend got me at least looking in the right places. Not surprisingly, I have a large head, which meant I had to have a large cap wig. What I quickly learned was that, for some reason, most large cap wigs come in short, feathered styles that would make me look like Bea Arthur. In fact, my hair is long enough that I could probably get it cut into one of those styles. But short cuts like those would only accent the masculine. Nope, I needed to go long.
Long hair styles in large caps being limited, I tried to balance looks with cost with fast shipping. I had read on several CD/TG “advice” sites that bangs were good for hiding large foreheads and that uneven cuts were better than straight cuts for de-emphasizing mannish face shapes. What I ended up with was this:
It wasn’t too expensive, and it wasn’t too long, and I liked the style. I just hope it looks good on me! The wig is supposed to arrive sometime in the next week, so I won’t have too long to wait before finding out. Maybe I’ll even share a pic or two …