Braided

Unpopular opinion: Braiding someone’s hair is a truly intimate experience.

I remember when I learned how to braid. After years of watching Kisha and Megan braid mine, I figured it was time to learn how to do it myself. Youtube videos and a video call with Meg later, my scraggly cornrows were born. So when he asked me to braid his locs I said yes without hesitating, even though I knew it would be hard. The difficulty would arise not only because his stubborn hair would defy my push but also since I had an unwarranted crush on him. I respected him and his entanglement too much to admit it to him, so instead I silently marveled at the opportunity that stood before me: to get to know his roots.

There weren’t perfect though. But whose is? I took my time anyway as I intimately felt each strand, each loc. I gently and firmly stitched them together, melding them together row by row. I remember he was initially hesitant to sit between my legs but, with an intentional pull into me, I insinuated that he get comfortable. He had a big head, and I’m a perfectionist so it took a while — but I didn’t mind. He let me know his roots so even if nothing else ever happens between us consider me satisfied.

Published by NU VOICE

I am an Earth woman constantly inspired by and drawn to the green blue brown fields oceans and dirt. I am a daughter of the Sun so I bleed yellow. My mind can be as complex as a maze and complex with worry for those I love and for what others might perceive me to be. Meanwhile, my inner being waits calmly to be seen. That is who I am.

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