Very rarely am I attracted to men with fades or short cuts. I may give them a glance but my mouth pretty much drops when I see a man with gorgeously maintained locs. I can't explain it.
Lately I've been having a ton of conversations about "women with locs" to men with locs. Two of my great male friends rock gorgeous locs on their crowns. I'll go into detail about those convos. But first a quick photo shoot.
My boys always allow me the honor to intertwine my fingers in their locs. I closely examine each one.
See...locs are more than just "hair". They tell a story. Check out Mr. Crass'.
Mr. Crass has some thiiiiick hair. He's been growing his locs for 6 years and I've known him only 2 of those 6.
They are perfect. I mean...I don't know how else to describe them.
*moment of silence* If I point to any area on his locs, he can tell me what was going on at that length. "The death of his Aunt" "The birth of his daughter". It's amazing....unfortunately he's ready to cut 'em off. For him they represent too much pain. Too many downfalls. He's ready for a change in his life....and the locs have to go.
I hope that I have mostly positive events/joys in my life as I grow my locs. I can't imagine cutting them off after 6 years. I remember scowling him after hearing this but now I get it.
I'm sure people who grow their hair pretty long can relate.
That song "I am not my hair" by India Arie ain't true for all of us.
Peace and loc've.
*kisses Mr. Crass*
