So she decided she was going to take me home and comb out my matted locks. I doubted her ability to do so in any sort of tiumely fashion -

"No way honey, I can get those out in a half an hour, I'm a cosmotologist."

I heard her say to a friend,

after I take care of this,

I'm gonna fuck him to death

so she started pouring beer down my throat...

...I asked her, you ever heard of samson and delilah?

Sex, indulgence, intoxication, control, power, gender all tied up in some knots and tassles.

So at once I saw my dreadlocks could be attaractive, but at least for her, they needed to be transformed, she needed to be able to symbolicly tame me before she could merge with me (or just fuck me to death).

I played into that that night, keeping her somewhat at bay, but still letting her dance around my dreads and pour Budweiser in me. It made me hot.

With the biblical reference, I did identify our mating game, power struggle with mythology and symbol. Certainly my hair in that context was richly symbolic.

I did feel the urge to at least defend my hair, if not my chastitity.

there was a choice trade off. if my dreads were spiritual,
what would make them spiritual? independent arising, I did nothing to my hair to make it matt so.

Yvonne Chireau saw them, and said that free forming locks werea sign of being chosen by jah.

funny thing is, dreadlocks have become fairly commonplace in this country, I see other folks got 'em casually, and mine didn't seem to elicit unequivocal revulsion.

Perhaps I'm not dirty enough.

Some of the bikers over spring break, one of them asked me

"Whadja do to yer hair?

but that's about as bad as it gets.

Except for my mom. She thiks these are dirty, disgusting,

"it looks like something could be living in there."
unhealthy, her most common referant.

Returning from break,
I find
hair ritual trauma pervading

(Ben's girlfriend)
heather now short hair
cried for four hours afterward

male drunken barber ritual next door
my bathroom floor littered with shavings
as my study interrupted by boy revelry.

Thinking now about guilt, my own, for doing wrong by a friend. Nice to find some means of penance, through a symbol set -

are movie stars the closest things to gods?

Thinking too of my wounded friends, one in particular, who could perhaps use an exorcism, or transformation of torturous spirits into beneficient guardians. That would I guess require composition of her own spirit symbol set. Where would she draw it from, and how could I help her?

I know a guy Haia who was deemed schizophrenic by the US Army after he served in Korea. Today he works in San Francisco as a walking messenger, delivering bank notices in the financial district.

He regularly sites the little people, or Orthon the space alien as a source for his information.

Indeed, my friend Raina is quite likely to attribute academic failure, general misfortune to outer space beings - going so far as to deem antagonistic college administrators malevolent beings from another galaxy.

At the same time, she has deemed me an alien as well - but seemingly benevolent.

It seems a nice subversion of science and space travel.

I see this alien stuff popping up all over, espcially in California. As they say in politics, as goes California, so goes the nation!

UFO objectification, subjectification...

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