Saturday, July 14, 2007

Things Getting Hairy: Sunday Scribblings

This week's Sunday Scribblings topic is Hair. For more writings on this topic, go here.

The source of what I've learned about hair in relation to wild can be found here.

Hairy has long been a way to describe someone or something undesirable. The idea is this: as human beings have evolved, they have lost more and more body hair. To retain this hair is seen as wild or evolutionarily backward, less advanced.

I suppose it's why a scary roller coaster is called "wild and woolly". I suppose it's why, when I wore my hair well below my shoulders until about ten years ago, I was referred to as "that wild English teacher."

You might remember the hairy relief pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, Al Hrabosky. Hair flying, sporting a huge Fu Manchu mustache, he stomped angrily around the pitcher's mound, intimidating batters. He was nicknamed "The Mad Hungarian."

Facing Hrabosky was hairy. It was dangerous, frightening.

The flight of the Apollo 13 was a hairy situation when an explosion occurred on the space craft.

It's an odd presumption embedded in our language about hair.

And, yet, what is more sensuous than stroking the hair of an intimate? Or having one's hair stroked?

While thick, lush hair has been marketed as the most desirable hair for a woman, once the palms of love and the fingers of passion play wildly with the hair of a lover, the hair can be lush, thin, permed, straight, wavy, curly, dyed, cropped, tangled, kinky, or in dreads: it doesn't matter.

One lover touches the other's hair, and things can get hairy. Things can become uncontrolled, spontaneous, fun, tender, unruly....

I hesitate to narrate my own specific experiences with wildness and hair. I won't.

But I can say that when things have become hairy between me and a lover, when we have fired our passions playing with one another's hair, it was wild, but, to me, it wasn't backward or uncivilized.

It was supremely human. Things getting hairy in the intimate moments of love heightened my sense of being wildly human.

It never felt like I was less evolved. It felt like I was pushing evolution forward, beyond the measure or awareness of time.


Rob Kistner said...

Fascinating post. ...follicle bliss!

hope said...

OH MY! I'll just catch my breath now.

Herb Urban said...

Agreed. Hairplay can be very erotic indeed.

Al Hrabosky! That brings back memories of my baseball card collecting youth. He was nothing but hair and eyebrows from the cap down, but he sure could pitch.

Great post!

Crafty Green Poet said...

really interesting connections between hairy and wild.

Inland Empire Girl said...

"hair can be curly, dyed, cropped"...but what about wrapped in skull busters? I guess that is not so fun and tender. lol

Pinehurst in my Dreams said...

They call them dread locks - because they are dreadful. Can't say another word, I'm afraid I think it's just too hairy to comment.

Patois said...

I love the direction you took with the prompt, and the direction you took with your post.

gautami tripathy said...

Wild hair sure calls out for that streak of wilderness..:)