My Queer Hairdresser Helped Me Find The Perfect Haircut — And Myself

Last month, my hairdresser moved salons.It was very sudden. One day I was walking past the salon in my neighbourhood and looked through the window to see her chair empty, the Polaroids of her and her girlfriend and their cat gone and replaced by someone else. I panicked. Where did she go? I had been seeing her for two years. She wasn’t just my hairdresser, she was my queer hairdresser. I needed her.  I stand by the idea that your hairdresser is one of the most important relations