HOW I DEVELOPED A FETISH FOR HAIR THAT FALLS IN EYES AND FACE

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My fetish for men's hair started when I was about 10 years old. This was a time in the U.S. where young men were starting to wear longer hair. I wanted to wear my hair longer too, but my old-school father would absolutely not allow it. To him anything beyond a buzz cut was too long -- and boys should not go around with long hair -- that was only for girls and women. From early on, he always cut my brother's and my hair himself. I'd sit in a chair and with electric clippers he'd buzz cut all my hair off -- it was the only haircut he knew. But by fourth and fifth grades I was begging and pleading to not do this -- getting mad, really mad, and angry. But he kept at with the buzz cuts and I HATED the way it made me look.


Instruments of torture in the hands of my father!



The hair cuts my dad wanted for me -- but which I wanted to escape.
Forced for too long to wear this haircut, I came to hate it with a passion!

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FORCED BUZZCUTS + FRUSTRATED LONGING + OTHER BOYS = FETISH

During that time, because I couldn't have it, I wanted it even more. Somewhere in there I began to view hair kind of like a proxy for life, vitality, health and happiness. Full, thick, hair is one of nature's gifts to a healthy, strong, vital physical body -- kind of like the ribbon on a gift-wrapped present. I've always known that hair is not really necessary (obviously, since many do fine without it), but I began to see it as an embellishment -- something extra, beautiful and desirable. Again, somewhat like that ribbon on the gift-wrapped present. The ribbon doesn't make the present any nicer, but it sure shows it off better and makes it look more special.

Apparently all that pre-pubescent anger, rage and feelings of injustice got internalized and eroticized. I started noticing and eagerly watching guys with hair that was not necessarily long, but longer than mine. And especially if it was hair that was long enough so that it moved about and changed position. I became envious of guys with hair that could flow, swing or get flip flipped about. Hair like that looked alive to me unlike the stripped-away deadness of the unchanging crewcuts. Had I been allowed to grow my hair longer before puberty hit -- and if I wasn't predisposed to likeing boys anyway, then perhaps I wouldn't have transformed it into an erotic fetish. But no, puberty hit first. And I seemed like looking at guys and especially guys with longer hair. So this attraction combined with my anger and longing from being 'unjustly' denied it morphed into an erotic fetish.

Eventually My mother noticed my passion around this issue and was able to convince my father that my brother and I would not be harmed if allowed to make our own decisions about our appearances -- including our hair. She convinced him that the self esteem we would gain from it would more than offset shame my father might feel from his peers over his sons and their long hair. By the time this finally happened I was finishing 6th grade. So with some freedom, I let me hair grow out a little -- bangs to my brows, but not longer than that. I remember shaking and flipping my hair as if I were getting it out of my face when in fact it wasn't long enough to even fall in my face. I remember once getting laughed at for doing it. But still, it was much, much better -- and there were possibilities now.

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WHEN I FIRST NOTICED HAIR FALLING IN EYES

I was in the 7th grade (13 years old) when I saw my first example of hair that fell down into a guy's eyes and face. There was a boy two grades ahead of me who had the longest hair of any boy in school. Everybody in school was quite aware of that -- myself most of all. Other boys in school who had bangs in front cut them to hang like curtains, stopping at the brow. But he let his bangs keep growing. Parted to one side and suspended horizontally just above his brows, he just let them get longer and longer. I would notice him from time to time in the hallway or at lunch or elsewhere (he was never in any of my classes). He had beautiful smooth, straight dark brown hair that he just kept growing longer in front, parted to one side. If he looked down, it would fall down and hang in front of his eyes. When he looked back up, he'd flick his head to toss it back or he'd push it back up with a hand. In any kind of a breeze, it would blow all over his face, and he would calmly reach in his pocket for a comb and comb it back, up and sideways above his eyebrows. Sweeping horizontally across his forehead, it was challenging gravity. Eventually gravity started winning and it was dramatic and beautiful and I was hooked.

Just before Christmas, the 9th grade class put on a play for the whole school's enjoyment. I was in the audience, and there he was, seated in the row right in front of me and off slightly to one side. I had a perfect view of him and could easily observe. I remember nothing about the play because I just kept watching him during the entire thing. Every 20-30 seconds or so locks of his hair would start to cascade down from above his eyebrows and fall, comming to rest on an eye lash. A lock or two at a time would fall. He would allow them to lie there until several more fell. Then he would flip them all back up with a toss of his head. Then in a little while, another cascade would begin with a few more falling to his eye lash. Eventually he'd flip these back again. At times so many locks fell to his eyelash that the weight of them together caused them all to fall past his eyelash and suspend their fall directly in front of one eye. He would try flipping it all back. Sometimes he could, but sometimes there would be too much hair and even two or three flips in a row wouldn't get it all out of his eyes. So then he'd use one of his hands and push it all back up and and at the same time position them a bit more 'securely' above his brow.

He could have cut his hair, but he didn't -- he appreciated the length and the beauty of it and he probably enjoyed the way it felt as it fell down and how it felt flipping it back uyp. Apparently the endless, repetiveness of it never got to him. He was ok flipping, tossing and pushing over and over. I was turned on by how he had let his hair keep growing longer -- right in front where he and everyone else would most notice -- in spite of the hassle and inconvenience of it. To me this was one of the sexiest possible expressions of long hair -- just for long hair's sake -- no matter the hassle or inconvenience or 'absurdity of it'. Grow it and keep growing it -- even if it becomes a burden -- even if you have to suffer from the never-ending annoyances of it forever being in the way, falling, hanging, dangling or flopping around your face. Even if 'seeing out' past all that hair turns into a challenge of blurred, obscured or entirely obstructed vision.

For a kid with a budding hair fetish, this was a mega-orgasmic thing! For years afterwards I would use those memories as erotic turn-ons for masturbation along with other sightings of boys with long bangs that fell into their eyes. It was the 70's and thankfully for me, it wasn't too unusual to encounter boys with extremely long sideparted bangs. I always noticed.



His hair was styled sort-of like these boys' hair -- long in front, side parted and threatening to cascade into the eye farthest away.

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MY OWN STYLING

After my father relented and let me do whatever I wanted with my hair, I grew it out, so that my bangs were long and could hang down in my face or fall in my eyes. I had my hair that way for several years. Today, my hair is not full and thick enough to style it like that, so it's cut shorter. But I still have an appreciation and desire to see guys with full, thick, overflowing hair like that. The overflowing nature of it (the excess of beauty) is especially emphasized for me when hair like that is in motion -- falling, hanging, swinging around, getting flipped, tossed, whipped. The more motion, the more alive it seems, and the more it represents a beautiful, dynamic, overflowing vitality. The more vital a guy is, the more you'll see him moving around -- the same goes for his hair -- the sexier it gets, the more it moves. So that's how my hair fetish started. And it's only gotten stronger with time.

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GELS, SPRAYS, HATS, CAPS, HEADBANDS?
NOT ON LONG, FLOPPY IN-YOUR-FACE HAIR!

So with my fetish as described above you can imagine that I'm not at all turned on by guys who plaster their hair into place. Gluing it with gels, greases, sprays, etc. Or pinning it down with headbands, hats and caps. Hair that's plastered into place and can't move free is like a bush that's been carved into some topiary shape -- artificial and odd looking -- and not very natural. Hair that's covered by a hat -- well, that's almost like hair that's not there -- since most or all of it is hidden. If you can see any, usually what you can see is abbreviated, reduced -- not flowing and natural. However I do have to admit that sometimes a hoodie with the hood up, looks pretty hot on an floppy haired boy -- especially when it doesn't do a thing to keep his bangs out of his face.

Only when they're worn this way are hats, hoods, etc. ever OK with long bangs hanging down. But generally speaking -- no caps, no hats, no bands, no glue.

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