Michael J. Miller: My Dad the Barber

Dad was a barber.

I grew up as a gay boy knowing this and knowing  that my hair somehow did not deserve this atrocity. Seven years old is when I  first, really, knew. Wanting to "grow my hair out" was NEVER an option.

This was 1969 and the only boys who had the Hair of Dreams did not have Barber Dads. They had Moms who would bring them in and have their "bangs trimmed".  Boys, mind you. 

Bangs. Trimmed. Jealous. Angels. Jesus.

They would come into his northern  KY barber shop with their...