[Sir Francis Dashwood]

I tried growing my hair out, until Dad said that he'd get me a dress and a pair of earrings to wear with it.

Needless to say, I got a haircut.

I got a Mohawk!

Once, I was recruited by a single mother friend who wanted me to take her teenage son shopping for clothes.

He started to pick out these huge, oversized t-shirts (and baggy pants that he could wear to expose his rear).

I asked him if he was wanting a t-shirt or a dress. Then I asked him if he wanted to show his rear to attract the queer boys.

He now wears properly fitting pro-rodeo Wranglers with a belt, proper t-shirts and tucks in his button down shirts just like me! (And he does not have any desire to see Brokeback Mountain either...)

[wbill]

LOL! I have a cousin like that. I saw him at Christmas, and he was wearing the loose T-Shirt, baggy jeans, and he hadn't bothered to shave or comb his hair. He looked like a punk (actually, more like Grizzly Adams), and the family told him so....but I could tell that it went in one ear and out the other. Yada Yada Yada, Mom's whining at me again, and so forth.

So....I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said 'No'. At 15 (16?) I imagine that's about all that he thinks of. I said that it was no wonder, dressed like that and not bothering to clean up. *That* comment made him think.

I saw him a couple of weeks ago. He got a haircut. T-Shirt was tucked in, his jeans fit and were clean. He still needed to shave, but at least he didn't look like a homeless person anymore.