Samgotit
Headphoneus Supremus
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I had some hair cut off today. My barber is very thorough, using a straight razor to clear the fine fuzz from the nape of my neck. He also uses the razor to give me a line, defining the end of my chops, that a machinist would be proud of. This happens at the end of the cut. Well, he had some kind of fit today; I guess it was more of a seizure. We were in the typical barber/client spatial relationship at the time: I was in the pneumatic captain’s chair, covered in bibs, paper scarves, and capes meant to be worn backwards; he was behind me. Still, I could see him. Like most barber shops and beauty salons, the place is no less than a hall of mirrors. His reflection in one of them did this:
It began to tremble lightly; I thought it was cold. It began to tremble heavily; I thought it was joking. It took its hands and folded them across its chest and buried its chin in the same place. The razor was still sharp. His reflection made sounds. It hummed sickly. I realized it was having problems.
I wanted help. I looked forward and found there were a few men with perfect quaffs staring at me in a bit of sexual way. Their heads were well lit, their eyes full of catch lights, and their hair was sheening. Unfortunately, they were just 2D industry posters of models, showing off hair “styles” to a person willing to use a barber --- heavy irony--- who wouldn’t want or couldn’t have their hair in the first place. These guys were no help.
By the time the models were finished not helping, he, my barber (I was facing him now), had come to. He was no longer shaking, but he was dazed. The razor was still sharp.
He shook off the remaining bit of brain failure, put his hand on my shoulder, guided me back around to a shavable position and finished up. And I let him.
I think I liked it. It was a bit of a rush. I felt like I was hanging myself out there by letting a man that just had a seizure continue to groom me with a straight razor. It was exciting. You don’t get to stare danger in the face like that everyday.
Does anyone still get a full on shave by a barber with a straight razor? I know people do it themselves - That's not what I want. I'm thinking of asking my barber to do it next time. He has a full shave listed on his price chalkboard.
It began to tremble lightly; I thought it was cold. It began to tremble heavily; I thought it was joking. It took its hands and folded them across its chest and buried its chin in the same place. The razor was still sharp. His reflection made sounds. It hummed sickly. I realized it was having problems.
I wanted help. I looked forward and found there were a few men with perfect quaffs staring at me in a bit of sexual way. Their heads were well lit, their eyes full of catch lights, and their hair was sheening. Unfortunately, they were just 2D industry posters of models, showing off hair “styles” to a person willing to use a barber --- heavy irony--- who wouldn’t want or couldn’t have their hair in the first place. These guys were no help.
By the time the models were finished not helping, he, my barber (I was facing him now), had come to. He was no longer shaking, but he was dazed. The razor was still sharp.
He shook off the remaining bit of brain failure, put his hand on my shoulder, guided me back around to a shavable position and finished up. And I let him.
I think I liked it. It was a bit of a rush. I felt like I was hanging myself out there by letting a man that just had a seizure continue to groom me with a straight razor. It was exciting. You don’t get to stare danger in the face like that everyday.
Does anyone still get a full on shave by a barber with a straight razor? I know people do it themselves - That's not what I want. I'm thinking of asking my barber to do it next time. He has a full shave listed on his price chalkboard.
