I was five. One of my friends’ mothers had waist-length red hair, and I couldn’t stop looking at it. I remember feeling embarrassed for staring, worried that she might notice.

Also at five, I used to stand as if enchanted, staring at a teenage girl—maybe sixteen—with long blonde hair. She lived about ten houses away on the same street, and I just stood there, transfixed.

At the age of 11, I discovered how to jerk off when I looked at a bikini babe in one of my mom's women's magazines.

Soon after that (around 1980? you guys remember?) I saw photos from a British long-hair contest. I still remember a blond girl with hair below her buttock.

/The Swedish guy