A sensual haircut

R18
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If you've known me for a long time, you'd know that I despise haircuts. When my mom tells me to get it cut, I start to feel nervous like asking a cute girl out. When I get near the hair salon, I start to feel sick, not even kidding. Worst feeling ever.

I usually get my hair done every 6 weeks at this place in the Arcadian, China Town, Birmingham, but my mom told me a new place had opened so I checked it out. It's on the second floor of Arcadian and it's called Charlie's Axis. I don't get the name either but hey!

When I walked in, I was greeted by this hot petite Chinese girl. I thought 'I like this'. She wore the shortest mini skirt I'd ever seen, she was wore a shirt and blazer and had her hair tied up. She washed my hair and it was the best thing ever. Probably because of the JAVs I've been watching, when she squeezed out the shampoo, it made me imagine she was squeezing out lube. Her hands were so soft and smooth. She ran her fingers through my hair and I felt at ease. She squeezed more lube out and massaged my big head. Not gonna lie, it felt like 1/8 of an orgasm and the 'banana' rose. I was afraid she'd see, and my lying position wasn't much help either, if you get what I mean. Good thing I wore tight jeans though, it prevent the visible lump from getting any bigger. After she finished all the massaging, I wanted to cry. I am so going there again.

Remember me?

After, a bald guy came out and cut my hair. The banana went back down. It was a pretty good haircut though, I must admit. It took only like 40 minutes, 20 minutes earlier than it usually does.

Pretending to be hard

So the other day, Victory and I went to a place called Masters to play pool. The guy asked us which table and Victory said red.

We were bad. I mean, really bad. I could only shoot a ball in every ten shots and Victory just smashes as hard as possible. The white ball flew off the table and nearly hit my face! We were embarrassing ourselves when these four Indian guys came in to play on the table on the other side of the room.

Realising that our dignities were at stake, we started spouting nonsense:

A (just loud enough for them to hear): Aw man, I can't play very well cos I broke my arm in that fight yesterday.
V: Yeah man, intense fight.
A (misses the white ball completely): Damn it! They hit my eye, now I can't even tell how far something is!
V: Let's go back again and knock them guys out. Let's take our knives.
A: No man, men use only their fists!

We also made many embarrassing grunting noises to make ourselves sound harder.

Small kids do not have genders

I was just having a poo on the toilet, when an ingenious idea came into my head. Oh, before that though, does ingenious and genius mean the same thing?

So yeah, there I was, on the toilet, doing my thing, when I suddenly thought: You know what, kids don't really have a gender until they reach puberty. Why? Well, from when they're born to when they're about 11-12, there aren't really any major differences between them, apart from the way they pee. When I confronted my brother about this idea, he said, 'They dress different, they look different'.

To that, I said 'Well for those things, they have a choice. They chose what to wear, they chose how to look, but that does not make a boy a boy. Girls can wear 'boy's' clothes but that won't make them a boy'.

So kids are genderless until they go through puberty where they begin to think like a person with a gender.