lol i went to the museum yesterday to check out the new photo exhibit... and stuff. some art school chick and her homeboy, both with freshly backcombed dreads followed me around the museum for like 30 minutes. it made me pretty uncomfortable and i felt on guard. i wasn't able to enjoy the art or the people watching while i was being followed. it was flattering and at the same time horrifying. i wish they could have just said hello, had a chat and i could tell them im not wanting to be followed around. i can just imagine they were thinking something like "wow his dreads are so cool" but really i would be embarassed to be seen with these two at a civilized place like a museum. annoying dread noobs.
The other day, in the course of black people making fun of me in the sort of way I'm meant to hear, a halfrican (or less) with BLOND worm-like dreads made lots of imparseable "whiteboy don't even know"-ish comments. It was amusing. *edit* And there's a general air of mob psychology that makes me feel like i AM going to get jumped, general chourses of "we gunna get him" and whatnot. I'm waitin, wif ma tactical folder
about a week ago my friends dad mumbled under his breath..."Nice Turd locks" I turned and asked what he had said and he said...*clears throat*..."Oh...uh...nice dreadlocks" lol.
a bald negro with rastafari painted on his car approached me in south phoenix at a gas station as we were both buying smokes, asked me, " did you do you hair for her majesty?" "fuck her majesty" i replied. we parted ways amicably.
I wish I had people with the ability to speak gracefully asking me questions in a friendly manner about my hair. No matter how much of a poser their car may make them appear... Better than "aww we gon get dat knicka" all day.