Manic Panic Rock ‘ N ‘ Roll Red 


As many of my loyal readers already know I am a big fan of Manic Panic by Tish and Snooky.

For the past few months I’ve been rocking Manic Panic Vampire Red. This past week I received an email from Manic Panic telling me of a new shade of Red named Manic Panic Rock ‘ N ‘ Roll Red selling for only  $10 dollars. Naturally I ordered one jar and it came in the mail a few days ago.

I have applied this new shade of Red combined with the leftovers from the previous one.

 

Simply Red. Fiery Red Empress! High Voltage Duchess!  Shazam!

Do you notice any difference in my hair shade or color from Feb/March photo posts? Looking at these pics I do notice my hair has grown since I cut my hair in February. Now I’m just gonna let my Afro extend to the sky even though this will involve getting up close and personal relationship with my blow dryer since my hair tends to snag and tangle. As my hair continues to grow I might invest in the hand held steamer described in the below NappyFu Video.

Try to ignore the dark under eye circles. It has been a rough week at work. Not much sleep. I did put some Vitamin E Oil on my face which will hopefully get rid of the eye circles.

Any posts you might have missed can be found on my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy:  https://roamingurbangypsy.com/  (Shameless Plug)

Anyway Please let me know what you think about my New Red Hair Color!!

 

 

Afro Rojo ~~ The Red African Queen
Afro Rojo ~~ The Red Queen
Pensive Goddess


Afro Rojo


My room-mate told me a joke! I was trying Not to Laugh!

Kinky Coiling Hair Care

 

 

 

 

My Crowning Glory


 

These are some of the products I used for my Crowning Glory, my Mane, to remain forever Afro-Delicious!!  Most of the Essential Oils I use on my hair can also be used on skin. African hair tends to be dry and if you live in a cold climate like New York the cold, wind, ice, sleet and snow can cause your hair to break.  Going from the extremes of ones heated home out into the freezing weather can damage ones tresses.  Wool hats are a no-no for Black hair as they wear away the edges and can pull our hair out. If you must wear a wool hat or any winter hat use a scarf or plastic conditioning cap to protect your hairline.  Also moisturize your hair at night by applying the oils, putting on a plastic conditioning cap which can be purchased in beauty supply stores or drug store, a silk wrap sleep cap or a scarf. When you wake up in the morning either wash or rinse out the excess oils.

Menopause can affect your hair adversely. It’s great that you no longer have a period but that hormone Estrogen is one of the things that keeps the hair strong, glossy and growing. When I was young meaning prior to Menopause I had thick dense hair now my hair is still somewhat thick but not as dense. That’s why I must pay extra attention to my hair now that I’m older.

Like men many of my women friends have complained of breakage and thinning hair. You can combat this through keeping the hair moisturized and avoiding chemical perms, too tight braids, weaves and any styles that puts tension on the hair. I choose to wear my hair natural and only wear braids if I’m going to a function or for a special occasion. Most times it’s just easier for me to go to my barber and get my hair trimmed to get rid of the split ends which will also damage your hair.

Sometimes I do blow dry my hair because as it grows it tends to get tangled. I use blow dryer and a Denman hair brush or a wide tooth comb as I have a tight curl pattern of many small tight spirals.  The hair in the front and top of my head is not the same texture as the hair on the back of my head. The hair on the top and front is a looser curl pattern.

I watch a lot of Black Hair Care videos on YouTube. Black Women have a variety of hair types and textures. Black people are probably the most varied people on earth. We are a grand mosaic.

I also enjoy watching the hair care videos from Ladies in India not that I’m every gonna have their type hair but Indian Women use natural products that keep their hair healthy and strong. Despite the race and hair texture there is always something to learn.

Here are some of my healthy hair products.

 

 

 

 

Call of the Side-Show: War Paint & Greasepaint


Call of the Side-Show: War Paint & Greasepaint

 

Alexander O’Neal

http://youtu.be/Bf-bY0nOTvE

Even as a young woman I was never one for too much make-up but I was curious. When I was a teenager my mother forbid me from wearing make-up because it would make me too “grown” or scandalous! Not something a good Baptist girl should be.  Being a 13 year old my plan to get around this was to take the eye-shadow to school and put it on in the girls’ bathroom, then reverse the process taking it off before going home. Well one day I forgot. Went home with electric fluorescent blue eye shadow which only made me look like a candidate for Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus. Well when I got in the house my mother met me before I could remove my Clown make-up. To say she was upset was an understatement.  I believe after yelling at me she went through my bedroom and tossed out any contraband make-up hiding in my dresser or closet.

Black Coffee

I didn’t really experiment too much with make-up for a while. As a young Enlisted woman on my way to the NCO club with my girlfriends I was always the first one ready because I only used some lipstick and that was about it. Even now I stick with a little lip gloss, lipstick and only use eye-shadow if I’m going out to a party or special event.  I see no reason to make Revlon, Bobby Brown or Estee Lauder richer than they already are.

 

I never tweezed or plucked my eyebrows until my 50s when the onset of menopause means facial hair in places that made me embarrassed thinking I was turning into a guy. Unless you’re in the sideshow mustaches and chin hairs are not a good thing especially if you hope to be attractive to the opposite sex.  One of the hot trends now is the fake eyelashes. Not the ones you buy in the store but the ones that need to be individually applied in the salon. Since that involves glue I won’t be doing that ever. I’m lucky in that my own natural eyelashes have a good length and thickness. From time to time I will invest in Mascara to make them appear even longer and thicker. Vanity beckons from the beauty counters.

Bearded Lady

Many women are into beauty enhancements, some for fashion, and others to fight the aging process. Extensions, hair-weaves, Botox, Restalyne, fake nails, boob and butt jobs, etc…  I admit that for special occasions I’ve had fancy African braided styles but then I go back to my Afro.  When I was in my late 30s into my 40s I sported my Locs and am thinking of Loc’ing my hair again.  I get my pedicures on a regular basis but usually just cut my own fingernails. It’s tacky to have raggedy feet and toes while wearing sandals in the summertime.

 

As I’ve gotten older most of the men I’ve dated and including my current BF prefer women to be natural. One guy I know calls make-up “War Paint”.  Also many men love the natural kink, curl and knaps of Natural hair. Guys really don’t want to run their fingers through your hair in intimate moments and get snagged in hair weave tracks.

Bearded2Lady

Happy to say that my Mr. Geechie Man is very happy with the natural me. No complaints. I’m happy too.

 

 

Voice-Over


Voice Over

Listen to my voice. Listen to the sound of my voice intoned the old Victrola.

Throes of Spiritual Passion
Ecstasy, Passion — A Holy Orgasmic Release.

Leda began her hair color ritual in the usual way. She carefully laid out the tools of her trade on the bathroom sink and the top of the commode. Being a small bathroom there was not much space but Leda made do within her sanctuary. Hair color, towels, mirror, comb, gloves, check. Now Leda was ready. Using a wide tooth comb she divided her thick unruly curls into sections applying even amounts of color first to her roots then all the way through to the ends.

Pulling the comb through her mane Leda envisioned LeRoi’s rough hewn yet well groomed hands entangling themselves within the kinks and knaps of mother Africa all the while gently massaging her scalp and kissing the nape of her neck. Leda massaged the remaining color through her tangled tresses then set the timer for 20 minutes walking the short distance to her bedroom to meditate while the process worked its magic.

During the 20 minutes of meditation Leda visualized her lover LeRoi sitting next to her on the bed speaking softly and gently in his deep Country Kitchen flavored with hints of Brooklyn accent all the while kissing her brows, the bridge of her nose and finally her lips. He sometimes stopped to look deeply into her eyes mentally willing the both of them to become one flesh.

She could feel the bristle of fresh grown five o’clock shadow against her face all the while falling into a deep blend of mahogany skin intermingled with African, Native American and French blood lines. From his lips issued the voices of ancient Kings worshipping the Queens of Africa, Sheba and Candace. Raspy rivulets of Pleasure streamed down her thick thighs.  His hands, His lips, His body emoted sucker cup tendrils adhering to every sensitive site on her body.  Sighs and moans escaped softly parted lips.

Suddenly the buzz of the timer interrupted her reverie and off she went to turn on the shower preparing to rinse out the excess color treatment. As Leda stepped under the powerful flow of the water LeRoi’s spirit stepped in with her and they were transported to the thunder of Caribbean waterfalls, enveloped in thunder of the cascading streams. LeRoi’s hands were like the streams of water entering into every sensitive place of her temple. She could feel his lips and hands as they worked their way down from her neck, breasts to that soft mound of flesh above her pubic area where he loved to rest his head after a night of lovemaking.

He cupped her full derriere with his hands enjoying the firmness of a well developed ass pulling her in and closer to him.

Water and Burgundy ran down over the nooks and crannies of her curves. Fountains of scented oils sprayed anointing from the Seven Continents co-mingling with her own pheromone essence.

Water and Burgundy ran down over the nooks and crannies of her curves. Volcanic orgasmic waves shoot forth.

Ring, ring, ring, the sound of the phone brought Leda out of her fantasy and quickly toweled off and managed to answer before the machine kicked in.

“Greetings Empress of the Seven Lands. I just arrived at JFK. Taking a taxi to your place. See you in a few minutes.”

Leda rejoiced. Her fantasy was about to become real. Her Lover was almost home. Her thoughts wandered to a romantic tryst in the hot tub at their friends chalet.

In Praise of Darker Hues


Lupita Nyong'o
Lupita Nyong’o

I’m very glad that Lupita Nyong’o was voted World’s Most Beautiful Woman! So proud to see a Dark Skinned Sister Honored in this Fashion.

I read her Oscar Acceptance speech reprinted in Essence Magazine. It certainly resonated with me. Even though I’m 25 years older than her and was raised in New York City I can still hear the taunts of “Tar Baby”, monkey, Black African (Black was not Beautiful in the 1960s) from my school-mates on the playground. Watu Wasuri Use Afro Sheen came much later in late 1970s. Still light skin was in. There was a saying I heard many times growing up, “If you’re light, you’re alright. If you’re brown still around. If you’re black get back.” From straightening combs to weaves the Self-hatred becomes internalized.

Weaves looking like Davy Crockett hats perched atop uneasy heads marching LocKstep with conformity. Multi-hued raccoons skipping across Jungle Fever Brows missing nesting material in which to snuggle Eurocentric brainwashing.

Even when I went into the U.S. Army my always thick, kinky and Knappy was called a Brillo pad. I was always made to feel so ugly usually by my own Black people. I expected whites to call me the “N” Word after all this was the 1960s and my parents who knew Jim Crow by heart prepared me for rejection as a Black girl in a white dominated society. In a way I was very surprised to hear that in a Black dominated/ruled society/country such as Kenya young Lupita experienced similar taunts, jibes and insults.

Many times I would come home from school crying. I hated my skin color and my hair texture. My father tried to soothe my broken spirit and build my self confidence by telling me, “The Blacker the Berry the sweeter the juice. If the berry’s too light it has no use.” I did feel better for a while but it was not until I was well past age 40 that I began to really appreciate being dark-skinned with coarse thick hair. For one thing now that I’m well past 50 all this wonderful melanin truly means, “Black Don’t Crack”. As for my hair menopause has removed the thick & coarse texture but I’m proud to wear my hair natural since age 36.  Over the years there were times when I battled a Eurocentric mindset but as I journey through middle-age and beyond I embrace and am one with my African heritage.

Yes Ladies, “Say it Loud! I’m Black and I’m Proud!”