Nappy Kitchen

Variety Schmariety

As you can tell by my reaction to a comment on the previous entry, I'm real cool on people telling me what I should do with my naps. Length don't mean shit to me...just more hair for me to deal with it. Damn some variety. My main intent with this journal is to visually/verbally track the health and condition of my hair, not to show the gen. pop. how much I can do to it. That's a conclusion you can draw on your own time.

Funny that noone had any opinion concerning my hair when it was in the same boring ass permed out style. Or weaved out in some socially acceptable manner. Me no like dem double standards, non.

Even if it was merely a friendly suggestion, I stand strongly by my belief that my naps do not have to be adorned by anything but my own self-acceptance and love. And best believe they look damn goot.

Piccy poos:

Yet another chunky fro. ;)

Yet another twistout.

Some lil mini afro puffs. Y'all ain't gone be able to tell me chit when these get bigger! :D

Same routine going. Although I did reacquaint myself with Daily Defense Tender Apple conditioner. Wooweee that stuff has some good slip to be a dollar a bottle (yay Dollar Tree!). And it makes my hair sooooft. What in the world? Ah well, I won't question it.

Oh I almost forgot to tell y'all. I've been talking to this dude on the phone and stuff. Now when he first met me, my hair was pretty short; I think it was about 5 months after the big chop. Anyway, he hadn't seen me in a year, and I supposed he assumed I was merely growing it out to perm again. Um, nope. (What I look like?) He seemed a skiddly bit disappointed when I informed him that yes indeed I was still rocking the naps. "A fro?" he inquired. "Yup," I replied. Knowing damn well I do a bit more than that from time to time. But I needed to guage his nappy meter.

The other day he brought up the issue once again, asking me to explain my decision to release myself from relaxer prison. Once again, I answered. But I flipped the script and dead on confronted him. Asked him if he had a problem with naps and if so he needed to let me know so I could flee the scene. He's all flummoxed and quickly explains that he has a bit of a short-term memory. Ok that's fine (me too). I let it slide, mainly because he's a nice dude and I overstand that not all black folks come out the box completely accepting of natural hair.

So we go on a date the other night. As I slide into the passenger side of the truck (rocking a mighty fierce chunky fro) he says, "Oh! I like that!" Talking bout my hair.

I burst out laughing. "What'd you think I meant by a fro? Some perfectly round dude shit?"

And dontcha know that's exactly what he thought. I was more than happy to disabuse him of that notion.

I love my black men, but they have really got to get better acquainted with this natural hair thang!

Posted by Lisa at August 2, 2005 02:15 AM