Reppin the Rangas

November 30, 2014 by ramblingg0at 21 Comments

Let it be known – I looove redheads. Fake or real, male or female, I don’t care.

To prove this, I was just browsing the ‘redophiles’ group of fetlife (think of Facebook, WordPress and porn all in the same place) which may not seem *so* odd except for this minor detail:

I had just eaten coleslaw on my sandwich, then drank grapefruit juice and the combination made my mouth taste like a sweaty plumbers butthole. For a moment I thought the bread was off (it was pretty stale) due to NU telling me she ate mouldy bread a few hours ago (don’t worry dude, a hangover excuses the lack of observation skills) but at any rate, I had to get the taste out of my mouth. Instead of going and cleaning my teeth, I perused the redhead appreciation section for a whole 10 minutes before going to clean my teeth. Yep, I put up with the taste of sweaty plumbers anus for the sake of perving on rangas.

Footnote: Toothpaste doesn’t really help.

So anyway, the point of this post was to state that not only do I love redheads, but I like to represent them. Yep, this crazy goat dies her hair red. Still saying ‘big deal RG’? Well, its not the ‘trendy’ fire engine red (although I have done it before), its the orangey red with flecks of brown and blonde. ORANGE.

I used to see a guy that was a natural redhead. He would dye his hair and beard black to hide it. A few years later I was seeing a girl who was a redhead. She’d dye it bright red and it smelled of strawberries *happy sigh*. But one day we were at the beach and some drunk guy yelled out “ranga” and she started crying. What the! She said it was hard being a minority sometimes.

I had no idea redheads struggled, I’ve always dyed my hair random colours and not cared. But I’m a natural brunette (so didn’t grow up with the teasing), and at this point in my life I don’t give a shit what people think.

So although initially dying my hair plum/dark purple when I moved towns, I’ve now got back into the redhead thang. And have done it so I look preeetty much natural (I’ve even got the pale skin and green/hazel eyes – just excuse the brown eyebrows!) not only because I love redheads but so that any natural redheads who see me will think “well she’s wearing the colour proud, so why can’t I?”

A bit of my hair as proof! 😀

I don’t think you sexy redheads out there should be ashamed at all, you’re stunning. Not only that but you’re basically as rare as hens teeth, so own it! Society is turning us into a sea of clones but why can’t we celebrate our differences? Be proud that you are a rare commodity, our differences are what make us interesting.

So there you go folks, I’m representing redheads for the love. The more happy confident redheads around having gorgeous redheaded children, the less kids will find this an excuse to pick on them. Tell your kids that being different is a GOOD thing. Being in a minority group is fun. Gain the confidence to not even bat an eyelid when someone points out you’re different. “Why thankyou, yes I am different and I love it!”

Rambling Goat

Ps. If I ever get sperm from a spermbank to have children, I’ll be choosing it from a redheaded donor ❤