THE BARBERSHOP

There were only two of us in the barbershop for my first post-lockdown haircut; me and the young Turkish haircutter. I guess the immediate post lockdown rush had subsided and it was a mid-week morning.

I say young; he wass late twenties, maybe early thirties. He was lean and fit, and his English was heavily accented.

And he moved well. He moved very well; all confidence and precision. Light on his feet.

I’m a sucker for people who move well.

I consider myself resolutely heterosexual but sometimes I find myself wondering… not necessarily desiring or hankering after….. just wondering, what it would be like to be naked with a man.

I had those thoughts once in my 30’s on a golf trip. There was something about the young assistant pro from the club who was there with his dad. The coil/uncoil of his body when he swung his driver spoke of lean muscle and lithe power. His quiet, unshowy athleticism was irresistible and filled me thoughts I couldn’t readily find a home for.

I had those thoughts when I was being caned by Elita’s partner, wondering what it would be like if Elita weren’t there, as I knelt, naked and vulnerable, tied down over the bench in front of him. I wrote a few posts exploring what it was to be in that type of highly charged, highly sexualised, moment with a man.

And the Turkish barber was giving me the same thoughts.

I told myself it was the dominant/submissive nature of our interaction: me holding myself motionless while he danced around me, touching me, doing things to me, demanding my stillness as his scissors weaved around close to me skin.

Hmmmm…

Perhaps that was it, not homoeroticism but dom/sub, with me as the submissive. It’s certainly less confusing to think about it that way, putting my momentary, barber shop, musings safely in a box that’s already full of years of dom/sub experiences, rather than trying to open a new box for them, unsure how it should be labelled.

But, I know I enjoyed having my hair cut by the young, fit, Turkish guy,

This was an unfinished post that I started a few weeks ago and never published. I’m keen to do a bit more writing, so I might see what other inspiration is languishing in my “drafts” folder.