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ALWAYS A BUTCH by butchme


ALWAYS A BUTCH

I always had a Butch . . . Since my first haircut. It was cut short and tight. It didn't bother me much during elementary school. Before middle school I felt a little nervous about my short haircut. I asked my parents if I could grow my hair out. Dad said, "No, we like it short, it looks nice." I gave that idea up. Dad always thought I should start school with a fresh haircut. He always took me to the barbershop to get one. He'd tell the barber, "This is a back to school Butch, cut it extra short", which he did.

I dreaded the first day of school because I felt so sheared. A lot of white showed where my head and neck were not tan. There were a few boys that still had Butches. None of them had one as short as mine.

It was short Butch cuts all through Jr.High. When High School started I asked again if I could grow my hair out. I was told, "No we are in charge of your hair, you'll keep it short". So, again I got the dreaded "Back to school Butch". My dad would always take me. It would be the day before school started so it would be, "short and fresh". The barber was in on the joke. We'll show him who's in charge.

I think, when I started high school, I had the only "classic", short Butch. Some boys had Crew Cuts, very few. There were no Flattops. I'm surprised my dad didn't think of that. I kind of thought they were cool, more hair there. But it would be humiliating, worse than a Butch.

All through High School, every two weeks, a short Butch cut. I think I had the only Butch in school. It was not fair. I thought about asking if I could grow my hair out my last year of school. I didn't want to be turned down, I didn't ask. The day before senior year started my dad said, "Let's go get a back to school haircut," which we did. I thought this would be the last time. People were starting to make comments like, "Why do you get your haircut like that?" I just shrugged them off. I was 18 years old and had never had hair long enough to comb. It was 1970, starting a new decade, with a Butch haircut.

I got through most of the school year ignoring that I still had a Butch. I so much wanted to have hair to comb. Then the worst thing happened. It was time for senior pictures. On that day I dressed for the picture. My dad said, "I'll give you a ride to school". This was unusual. On the way to school my dad took a different turn. We ended up parking in front of Clyde's Barber Shop. Dad said, "Let's go. I want you to have a fresh, short Butch for your picture." I almost cried. Clyde heard me as he really cut me a short one. He lather shaved around the edges. Clyde said, "You've been coming hear for years. I want to give you a straight edge shave, on the house." I'd already shaved and didn't have much of a beard anyway, I thought, what the hell?

So one skin headed and freshly shaved senior got out of the car at the school. Then I thought of something . . . THE YEARBOOK. This senior picture would be put in the yearbook. My haircut would be there for anyone to see for years to come. Evidence of my humiliation.

The yearbook came out, and yes, there I was with a fresh short Butch. For eternity.


It was time to start college. The father/son tradition of the "Back to school Butch" was alive and well. One more time, back to Clyde's with dad, for a skinning. "Make it a fresh one, cut it short, he'll be a college boy now."

So, here I am, at college, with a short, Butch haircut. My roommate looked at me like I was a freak. I never saw another guy on campus with a Butch. Well, I got myself settled in. Soon my Butch was growing out. I needed some type of haircut. I walked downtown and found a barbershop. There were not that many as clipper cuts were not for college kids.'

I went in, the barber ushered me to the chair and caped me up. He said, "How would you like it cut?" I thought about it. I'd never had a choice before. I looked at the yellowed, short haircut picture on the wall. Then I said, "A Butch please, make it short." So, that's what he gave me. I was not sure what happened, at least it was my choice.

I continued to get short Butches all through college, a couple of flattops. But I always got them cut back down into a short Butch. Finally, a Butch is all I wanted. I've always had a Butch. I still have a Butch. I'll always have a Butch. I'll never have long hair.

I've got three boys. I keep them in a Butch. They don't like it but they are used to it.

I take them with me when I get a Butch. We leave the shop, four men with fresh,short Butches.

ALWAYS A BUTCH







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