I grew up in Dallas, with cowboys. I was the only guy in sixth grade with long hair and an earring. Let's just say I got a lot of, er, flak for being different.

From sixth grade on I was a real Pillsbury doughboy. Overweight, long hair, thick glasses.

Like when I had long hair, you kind of got male attention from everything. But when you had short hair, it was a different kind of man that was attracted to you or I found coming up.

I was slicking my hair back when I was in sixth grade.

Look at your lovely red hair They say to me at last That wasn't what they used to say In my childhood days that passed. They used to call me carrot top Freckle face and ginger Although I found it hurtful I've never been a whinger I took it on the chin I set myself apart Because blonde comes from a bottle Red comes from the heart

When I'm bored or tired of being blonde, I'll throw on a wig. It's a lot less of a permanent way to change your look, and I have about 10 - all different colors, shapes, bobs, long hair, short, feathered.