“Im an only child. Mostly raised by my father outside of Saratoga, doing martial arts and snowmobiling. I wore sweaters, jeans and sneakers. I was more interested in four-wheeling in the Catskills than doing my hair and makeup at 7 A.M. before school.” ChildrenArtSchoolFatherFourHairRaisedMakeupMartial ArtsJeansSweatersOnly ChildSneakersHair And MakeupWheeling Author:JWoww
“Goose pimples rose all over me, my hair stood on end, my eyes filled with tears of love and gratitude for this greatest of all conquerors of human misery and shame, and my breath came in little gasps. If I had not known that the Leader would have scorned such adulation, I might have fallen to my knees in unashamed worship, but instead I drew myself to attention, raised my arm in the eternal salute of the ancient Roman Legions and repeated the holy words, "Heil Hitler!"” IfsHumansLittlesEndsMightEyeAttentionKnownLeaderTearsHairArmsGratitudeHolyEternalWorshipBreathsShameFilledMiseryRoseRaisedAncientKneesFallenGeeseConquerorSaluteLegionLove And GratitudeScornedPimplesAdulation Author:George Lincoln Rockwell
“Haven, don't ask me to define the boundaries of normal. You know how I was raised. My father once struck strands of his own pubic hair onto a painting and sold it for a million dollars.” KnowsAsksFatherMillionsKnow HowHavensPaintingHairNormalDollarsRaisedBoundariesAsk MeMillion DollarsStrandsPubic Hair Book:The Travis Family Series, Books 1-3: Blue-Eyed Devil, Smooth Taking Stranger and Sugar Daddy Source: The Travis Family Series, Books 1-3: Blue-Eyed Devil, Smooth Taking Stranger and Sugar Daddy
“Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. “Ow.” Not body makeup.” She frowned and peered at the roots of my hair. “A good die-job or you’ve really got blue hair.” For now,” I said. “I’m half Drow.” She raised an eyebrow. Dark Elves.” Uh-huhhhh.” During the day I look normal, like you.” With an amused look she held up her arm, showing her dark, golden skin. “You’re Kenyan and Puerto Rican?” LooksSaidBodyJobsDiesDarkHalfLike YouHairArmsNormalRootsSkinsBlueRaisedGoldenMakeupNailsEyebrowsAmusedAmethystBlue Hair Author:Cheyenne McCray
“Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.” WayWellsSaidBodyWishSidesWonderColorHairArmsMirrorsRaisedYour BodySillyChecksHeyGirlfriendChestsDroppingWish YouEricShavingArmpitsBody Hair Book:Dead in Dixie Source: Dead in Dixie