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Black Girls

That's it I want my natural hair back. It wasn't until a friend sent me the link of this blog (Le Coil) with all these very beautiful au natural black girls, that I began aching with jealousy and regret...kissing my teeth - like it could sprout little black coils from my roots. If you're not in the know (that's most of the non black world) a black girls hair is not naturally dead straight. That's right, it's curly in degrees, from very loose to very tight and if you do not see this type of hair sprouting from her roots then it is one of the following; chemically straightened, straightened, a weave, bonded, braided, or a wig. *shock, horror* - The people at work will wonder what they've been touching and the girls will hate me for drawing even more attention. desole

It's funny, I'm wishing for the same little coils the little childish imps at school taunted the thicked haired for. They would call  it 'peppergrain' like they were dirty insects scavenging the corners of your hairline. lol. Or you had 'Picky hair'. I understand peppergrain (on account of black circles of hair like balls of peppercorn or grain) but I never quite understood why your hair could be termed 'picky'....did you want to pick it?

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Dealing With My Androgyny

     

...It's probably the most powerful and attention seeking look I've had. I've been thinking about it *I also think La Roux, Agyness Deyne, Grace Jones, David Bowie, Prince, Tilda Swinton and despite not trying, they all exude some sort of coolness without expecting to. This of course is when I question my choice, they help to remind me it is fitting....I'm hoping my exuding is doing the same (fingers crossed). It seems to me the ultimate principle of androgyny is Samsonite, in other words

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Update


(but I'm still sketching)


This is what it looks like: my only comfort from my viral defeat...a couch, duvet, magazine and my sketchings. I'm hoping to use a couple as my tee shirt giveaway (send your emails info@mercime.co.uk to receive further info). The rest i'm rotating: Scrubs, FashionTV, the world wide web and my phone. In fact I'd much rather leave the phone out since my mouth is the only thing I can breathe in & out from and talking effectively means I'm slowly suffocating myself. I'm on Benylin Cold & Flu (Max strength capsules) but the damn thing seems not to work. Blast! In fact I hate being sick when the sun is alive and well...and shining those few hours longer. Double blast!! My stomach is filled with the air I keep sucking in from my snotty nose so I feel hungry all the time and when I attempt to breathe through my nostrils I feels whips of stings and my eyes start tearing. Sneezing now hurts my throat but I detest it when I feel like sneezing but nothing comes. I'm eating a bananna, drinking hot water, left sketching for research and I've dodgily painted my nails pink (see below).

and decided that these are the colours my nails will wear for the next couple of months:

And that dear gentle people is my update...I have so much more to say but I'm afraid I can no longer go on. Au reviour for now.

Amore Toujours

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