It dawned on me today that I was getting a haircut from a transvestite. Hummer introduced me to a new salon which happens to be local to my apt: Chelsea. I've been going there for the last few months and I've gotten the transvestite every other time. If you were outside of NY, this would be an eyebrow raiser or possibly an issue, but I've become so numb to my surroundings that it really hasn't phased me. I realized that I'm being sensitive almost by being ignorant. When I exit the salon, I have to go south on 8th Ave to get to my apt. It is this 3 block stretch that is the heart of Chelsea and the gay scene, yet that doesn't phase me either. I guess I'm so used to the interesting scenes that I'm pretty much ignorant to it all. Getting back to my hair dresser, he/she wears so much make up that he reminds me of the character from V for Vendetta.
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