This is me pre transition. I’m not sure I have thick enough hair to take dreads these days. Such is the price of testosterone, but it’s a price I happily paid.
Funny enough I went to a little yarn shop in my small town and the older boomer-aged ladies recognized me from the paper, probably the dreads, and were MAD! I was told I didn’t deserve to be in the paper for knitting. I was approached at WWU while I was attending because I used to sit in Red Square and knit between classes. Probably more crochet than knit but the whole Stitch’n’Bitch knitting phenomena was going full swing, so the reporter was focused on knitting.
Apparently despite the article being about younger knitters, they felt the article unfairly focused on . . . younger knitters. I never went back to that little yarn store, and it was out of business in less than a year anyways. I can’t say I was surprised.
This picture was 19 years ago. I no longer have dreads, and I certainly don’t look like a woman anymore.
Garden Rat 