A man without a hairline
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A man without a hairline

LA Times  

This story is part of Image Issue 14, “Elevation,” where we examine beauty as a state of being, a process of realization. “Funny name + funny hair” was no match for “He fast, tho, pick him.” And then, one day, the barber chopped off my widow’s peak. I didn’t know if I liked how I looked, but it didn’t matter; I assumed it was how I was supposed to look — like Boy #6 on the barbershop chart. I wanted to shave, because that’s a thing men did, but it was then I realized how that mustache made me feel like someone en route to being a Black man. I’d fully done the thing when you make plans with 42 different people — on opposite sides of the city and in different boroughs — without consideration of travel time, traffic or a slow subway.

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