The King’s Crown

Peace and blessings everyone, Kings , Queens etc.

This is going to be a little bit different blog than usual. The title is subliminally self explanatory. Real quick short story of exactly how I started my hair journey & a few fun facts of African American hair and styles over the years. 

It’s been 6 going on 7 months since my last haircut. My original idea behind growing my hair out was to wear a natural afro. But before even a week into hair journey I snapped back into reality. The reason why I have never had a fro over 5 months old. A full head of my texture of hair has to be twisted or constantly platted. The contrast of the thickness and coarseness of my hair mixed with the laziness of myself when it comes to maintaining a hairstyle is just too much. 

The big chop was in September of 2016. I’ll locate lost footage eventually. If I remember correctly it was a clean all around fade. Again at this point I was under the ridiculous impression that I was growing an afro. 

Some where between October & November things started to get a little hippy-ish. I couldn’t take it and I ended up getting a lining and a fresh taper , leaving my virgin curls untrimmed and untamed at the top.

For some strange dumb reason the hair that grows around my knowledge knot in the back of my head is nearly the total opposite of the texture of the rest of my hair. It’s like “happy feet” I still have baby hair. It’s awkward and responsible for numerous ‘bad hair days’ in junior high. I thought the taper would solve the problem but alas it wasn’t high enough *sadface. So I went to my go to back up plan , “The Frohawk”. It’s always my plan B when I wuss out on growing a full head of hair. I can hide my baby hair in plain sight at the back of my Frohawk.

The Frohawk only lasted a few weeks in December, again trying to recall correctly, and by mid to late January I had broke down to a “High Fade w/ Curls”. It was a new year joke that I couldn’t pull off a man bun if I tried. But by the end of January it was no longer a joke. Chop , Chop.

A few bad fades and sad attempts at braids later I found myself finally getting my natural unlocked hair successfully braided for the first time in over a decade and a half. February 2017.

I’m not “tender – headed” but I didn’t exactly miss getting my thoughts and ideas braided into my scalp , ha ha.

And now here we are at the end of March and going into the 7th month of my hair journey and it’s hasn’t been a single day in the last 3 weeks that I haven’t thought about doing chopping it all off.

Blessed with the gift and curse of having hair that can defy gravity isn’t all daisies and roses. Luckily it’s still a pretty chilly spring up here in New York so beanies are still acceptable. It’s not without a great struggle that I can get my free hair in or under a snap back.

Since I have enough length to grip I usually keep my hair braided cornrolled or platted but we all have a bad hair day where it would be immoral to leave out your residence with out some type of headgear. I just seem to have had more hat days as my hair grows longer and my patience grows shorter. 

Normally for me the half a year to the first year is the ugly stage on the growth timeline. To avoid that I plan on keeping my hair braided or platted untill at least June. Wish me luck. 

Over the years of my adult and prepubescent life I have had just about ever hairstyle or some version of style. Fade, waves, dreads , clean just to name a few; but as always I’m looking for something new , something to test out.

I did some research on what is the “man-bun”, not a whole lot of recent information pertaining to POC; not that much of a surprise. The style seemed to only resurface at the beginning to mid 2000s. Now it seems to be popular with people of every ethnic background. 

Originally the undercut was worn by people in poverty that couldn’t afford a barber with the skill and training to fade out the sides.

Personally I think I would enjoy the style because it gives me the opportunity to grow my natural hair out but only having to put in half of the work it takes to maintain it.

I’m not a natural hair “guru” , in fact I probably would be the worst to ask for tips on natural growth for POC. Honestly I do alot of things to my crown I shouldn’t. Or they say I shouldn’t.

I usually wash my hair every day; bad habit I picked up in the military, which of course in BCT it was beyond necessary. I put absolutely no type of anything in my hair; which is not for the lack of trying. I’m currently looking for a line of natural hair care products from a small business I can trust.

There’s been several occasions where my hair was combed through with too fine tooth of a comb; realizing now that the pain is a sign of split ends to come. 

I don’t protect it from the friction of my sheets at night of the elements of the weather during the day. 

It’s not like I don’t love my hair or respect my crown. I do my own thing & so does my hair.

Haven’t decided on the extent of the amount of documentation I am going to do during this hair journey, I mean shit I can barely make a stable weekly blog. But if my readers & viewers are interested I’ll try to add it to the line up.

Until next time

Fb : Iman King

Follow your dreams

Peace my readers & hello to some strangers I’m assuming..

I’ve had quite bit of writer’s block due to the amount of new projects I’ve been taking on mixed with the changes of the current in the ocean of life. 

But I can muster up the intellectual ability to express the valid need to live your dreams. All to often people question my motive of being so careful and well travelled. “How can you just pick up and leave” , “It doesn’t scare you not knowing” , “I wish I had the courage like you”.  It saddens me a great deal crossing paths with people that I can see want to live their dream but are yet so afraid of failure they don’t even try .

Don’t get me wrong travelling and living life at the helm can be scary , nerve wrecking and even stressful at time but I stay course because knowing that should my heart stopped today I lived yesterday to my liking and standards.

Please don’t think that living your dream is also always about knowing where you are going and what your immediate step is cause I’m living proof is easy to get lost in the sauce.

Came to NYC to experience the bright lights and found myself lost in the system working for the man with nothing to show but a few selfies in my work uniform. I turned into something I despise the most and still convinced myself that I was following my dreams. 

Yes I am currently living in the big Apple. Queer & unapologetic. With strong grassroots from the south. BUT I was still working at a hypocritical company surviving paycheck to paycheck.

I lost touch with my talents. Lost touch with my skills. Lost touch with fans and even lost touch with the me I had just found after all these years.

So with that being said I have once , yes yet again ; decided to get back in the swing of going with the current of positive vibes instead of what’s fast and flashy. Far from saying I’m done traveling just figure this might be a little more serious than just a routine oil change. 

Till next week ✌
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The best is yet to come.,

So Ive been in this crazy new fast paced city for almost a month now & it has been an eye opener to say the least. I have learned sooo much about myself in these last 30 days. Things i thought I could never do on my own I’ve done. Things that bothered me that id never thought I’d have the confidence to speak up about I have. This has truely been a growth experience for me in every way possible; in every way imaginable. I cant really get into detail because its so much & I still cant quite put my finger on exactly what has happened or where the change and epiphany occured but stay tuned I should have it figured out before too long.

Just know if you have been following me since the beginning these blogs to come are from an entirely different man…

Well, well, well…

Peace & blessings readers. Again I apologize for my tardiness. Handling the culture shock, my recent separation & the struggles of starting over has been leaving me too drained to blog, vlog or anything else for that matter.Β  But I have made the decision to push through it all and keep fighting; which brings me here. Ha ha.

Sooooo where to start?…

Let’s start of with the level of cultural shock that I am experiencing from moving from the dirty south to the damn north pole. Weather. I am in total shock that my body has fought off developing any kind of cold. I did take the precaution and get a flu shot this winter. Yea yea I know I have no idea whats in the needle,Β  but shit I’m miserable enough with the freezing temperatures & disrespectful ass wind chills. I dont want to speak too soon but I believe my immune system is handling the cold better than my body and attitude. Have you ever cussed the wind out? Moved to New York , I swear you will several times a day.

As far as interpersonal cultural shock it is entirely waayyyy too crowded out here. From the streets to public transportation. Ugh, people. Took me a few days and a lot of deep breaths but I’m not as anxious as I was when i first arrive 2 weeks ago. Still trying to understanding the. “Lingo”. “Deadass” “lit” “tight” but I’m coming around with the help of my translator. The amount of police (ops) out here was unnerving at first but now i feel a little more safe I suppose. Witnessing the ignorance in New Orleans go from a gesture to a slur to a fight to a shoot out, and then in New York seeing it rarely escalate to more than a simple shrug and a walk away… Well, woooowwww, is all I can say.

On a personally level my anxiety and bipolar symptoms are at an all time high but it’s ok because its teaching me to have more self control and at the least selfawarenes of my feelings and emotions. In good progress in a few days I will be sitting in a doctor’s office in the Bronx getting poked and proded in order to begin therapy again. Im excited and nervous but happy more than anything.

Do I feel homesick?..
Eh, at times I feel homesick & sometimes I feel really homesick. Usually when I need a translator for a normal conversation or when I get lost on the subway or when I have the urge to hear the beat. Its usually only for a moment because all the bright lights and hustle and bussle of the big city is a huge distraction from missing my past.

On a more deeper personal level (not going into details) I have learned sooo much about myself as far as what I want, what I dont want & how much it usually doesn’t matter. Working on all of that and growing everyday is proving to be a challenging journey with no particular destination but nevertheless I journey that is welcomed with open arms & one that has been long overdue.

Well, thats all for now; hopefully my next blog entry will be a little more structured. But then again with a guy like me, you never know. Till next time everyone.
Namaste.

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Today I saw an angel…

 

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She was beautiful,
She was kind.
And on her face,
Was a gentle smile.

I couldn’t help but notice,
I could barely control it.
Praying,
Wishing,
Hoping..

That one day she’d be mine.

She took me on a journey,
To a place I’ve never been.
And tomorrow,
We’ll do it again.

The lights,
The sounds,
I’ll remember it all.
The world seemed to stall.

Everything else,
Seemed to fade away.
The only part that hurt,
Was the end of the day.

But still I smile,
She’d be back in a while.
Waiting,
Waiting.

For my angel to return,
The one with the brown eyes….

By: Kristian King

*Dedicated