porn and haircuts

I remember going to the barbershop as a little kid, I guess I tolerated it well enough.  But then my mother got a hair cutting kit that contained these manual clippers, and they pinched, Man, well that and what little kid wants to sit still that long, especially on a sweaty summer day?  I learned to hate haircuts.

I first started paying attention to my hair around eighth grade.  I favored the greaser look which was quite popular at Gage Park High.  I don't know, I was never able to get my hair greasy enough or something.  I was never able to achieve and Elvis-like pompadour.  

Then when I went to college there were no greasers.  Everybody favored the college prep look, which I guess made sense.  I still continued my greaser look out of loyalty to old Gage Park.  Then came the Beatles and then came the hippies, and I remember cleaning out my room at the end of my senior year and coming across a comb and some Brylcreem, had to laugh, what use did I ever have for that?

After that if I wasn't working I didn't get any haircuts or shave, if I was working I had as much hair as I thought the current job would allow.  When I finally retired it was just a haircut twice a year because at some point long hair does get in the way,  I still used to trim my beard periodically, but I did a bad job of it, and then a light bulb went off in my head, why bother?  That made life a bit easier.  I think it was maybe four years ago, the first year /I grew out my beard that coming home from my sister's for Thanksgiving I saw a Santa hat lying on the sidewalk,  I put it on and looked in the mirror and there it was.  Now it's a haircut and shave a week after New Years and another a week after the Fourth of July.  It's simple and orderly.

There used to be a porn theater in Champaign,  My first years in college I have to admit that I went there pretty regularly.  It was pretty soft-core, there was no copulation, hardly even any full frontal nudity, a lot of nudist volleyball scenes, but they had kind of a plot and I liked that.  I always liked the transition where the repairman comes into house and then this and that happens and the next thing you know they are having sex.  I liked to have the fantasy where you would just be doing some everyday thing and the next thing you know you are having sex.  I liked to think maybe that such a thing could happen in my daily life.  As the years passed and I went there less and less often, they became more and more explicit.  The last one I remember seeing was just non-stop inandout to percussive rock music.  You call that entertainment?

And I'm not a fan of lovemaking scenes in regular movies, unless it somehow has plot elements.  If it's just to show how hot they are for each other then why bother, I already know that.  It's like chase scenes and gunfights.  Somebody is going to win and somebody is going to lose and those are the only possible outcomes, so let's get to that point quickly and get on with the movie.  All the vroom vroom and bang bang is nothing but a waste of time, a big inandout.

Leaving for St Louis this weekend.  I may or may not have a Friday post, and won't be back here until Monday or Tuesday.