Rock Star Locks

Like all the important decisions in her life, the thought came to her and was out her lips before she could stop it.
"So are we going to cut your hair today?", asked the stylist who was busy adding some summer to her winter 'do.
"NO", came her usual answer. No one ever cut her hair. Only her husband. He was very jealous and protective of her waves.
And then equally fast and before she realized she had said it, and meant it, "Yes. Today we cut it all off."
She felt naked when she stepped out of the salon, the wind cold on her neck.
When she walked into her house, he was there. He could not look at her. When he spoke to her, never looking at her directly, he called her by the masculine form of her name.
"Dylan, buddy, you seen my wife around?"
Watching late night TV when she was consoling her self by stuffing her face with popcorn and regret , she caught Marilyn Manson on a talk show sporting her new hair style.
She stood up and put the food down. Then she took off all her clothes and set off in search of her husband.
It was proven she was more woman than any aging transvestite rock star will ever be.