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From the time I was born a title , except for a brief time I had orange or green hair, I’ve pretty much always been some shade of blonde. In 1986 I had to lose a lot of length and stop using drug store color, but I managed to recover and find great professional hair colorists who keep my hair beautifully highlighted and low lighted without minimal damage. I love being some version of a blonde and will probably be blonde in some capacity until the day I leave this planet. I’ve just always felt more comfortable as a blonde than any other color, even a dark blonde. Of course that’’s just me and my own preference for my own hair. I think all colors of hair are gorgeous when created properly. I also believe everyone should select the color of hair they enjoy most and then flaunt it.
By the time he had been forced out of the Forbidden City and lost his crown and titles in all but name, Henry Pu Yi, as he liked to go, developed into somewhat of a dandy. He was a snappy dresser, and influenced by his former English tutor whom he admired greatly, tried to portray himself as a ‘perfect Victorian gentleman’. He could be charming and personable to strangers, liked to play the piano and enjoyed games of tennis. None of these things makes him stand out to me as particularly effeminate and, in his era, he was seen as a perfectly normal nobleman, at least outwardly. By his twenties, free from his entourage of eunchs, he began to ‘live a little’ and, until the Japanese courted and semi-imprisoned him once more, he seems to have enjoyed life and the freedoms his wealth and status afforded him.