Dirty hippies get botox too

The presumption to avoid vanity is a vanity in itself

When I was 24, I cut my hair into a mullet. It wasn’t the most extreme mullet by any means, but it was queer coded, no doubt. Enough to invite gay attention, still attract certain types of men, and ideally filter out the rest. I rarely used shampoo. Just let my hair do whatever it wanted. I had one nostril piercing and one septum piercing, two nose ring…