Haircut on the Porn Set

I just go my hair cut for Ann Miller, at Louie’s, on Castro. My jolly red-haired beardresser undressed me with his eyes while I waited, and practically shaved the guy’s head that he was clipping to get to me before the other hairdressers. As soon as I sat down he rubbed my beard and said “Mmmmm, what a niiiice beard—oooh.” I turned beet red, as I typically do when anyone talks to me, so you could imagine the shade of purple I turned when he then said, “Oooh, yeah, I want all of your heads to turn red…” I was in a porn film, a bad one, at Louie’s Barbershop. Throughout the clipping, which lasted 15 minutes longer than it should have and the removal of most of my hair, his furry red flesh spilled over and into my chair, “Ooooh, yeaaaaah, uh huh… mmmmmm” whispered into my ear.