Before 1998, I didn't really understand my own hair. I would get $10 cuts, use random gels and mousses, and attempt to straighten, flatten, and part my hair in a way that made me look like a Chinese engineering student.
Now I know better. I get $30 cuts, use products that I have carefully researched, and generally keep my hair short on the sides and longer on the top. Depending on the length, I can wear my hair several different ways—all of which make me equally hot. I can spike it up or have the messy look when it's shorter, and I can play with faux-hawks when it's longer. (See photographic evidence below.) I typically rotate through a variety of hair care products, including American Crew, d:fi, Fudge, and Got 2B—but right now I'm lovin' Short Sexy Hair, particularly their Control Maniac Wax.
I know that I am hot now and that I was not hot before because people have come up to me and said, "You're a lot cuter now that you're gay." I contend that it was not coming out but, rather, my new hair that turned the tide in my favor. Indeed, people get all wide-eyed and speechless when they see old pictures of me and those "you're a lot cuter now" comments didn't start until 1998—after I wised up about the power and the glory of my precious locks of love.