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Location: UK, in Devon
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When I was a kid I used to grow a beard during the summer school holidays. Well, obviously not every year!
My father for ever urged me to shave it off. The more he urged me the more I decided not to, however stupid I looked. Early beards looked pretty stupid. I have a round face. A full beard really does not suit me. Makes me look like a fuzzy bowling ball.
Each time I shaved it off for school the next term they never noticed. Ah the esteem in which they held me!
Today I am 10 days in to a really silly beard. I'm growing it until She Who Must Be Obeyed notices it and says something. When she does I may shave it off. I might shave the beard off on one side and the moustache off on the other.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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I want a picture, Timmy! Please may I have a picture?
I never did that. I was too good and too conventional.
I stopped shaving in July 1967 (and gave up smoking at the same time) and have never shaved my face since. Not likely to do it ever again.
Love,
Anthony
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
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Seems it took 10 days.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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I thought a couple of times about a beard, but always found it too itchy after about day four!
But the moustache was a 19th birthday present to myself ... so coming up on its 35th anniversary.
"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. ... Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night devoid of stars." Martin Luther King
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So did you
shave it off
shave it silly, as threatened
dye it green
say that you'd grow it long enough to plait into your pubes
other
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"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. ... Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night devoid of stars." Martin Luther King
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I have a thin face and a graying beard. After a few days of not shaving, I just look like I am homeless and indigent. lol
Cycling is the one sport where a guy can shave his legs, wear spandex and bright colors, and be accepted.
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timmy
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I'm going to see what it looks like when past the prickly stage
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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My father was a barber. I loved doing stupid things with my hair and facial hair just to irritate him. It was the only way to get him to notice me. He tolerated the long hair styles of the 70s. I grew it to the bottom of my ears on the sides and below the collar in the back. I parted it on the side, but it never stayed combed.
Once I was able to grow facial hair I experimented with a beard, moustache, and finally settle on the thing that irritated him the most. A pair of long sideburns known back then as 'mutton chops.' He hated them. I shaved them off when I graduated from high school and I never grew them back.
The funniest, though, was walking into his shop one very snowy winter day. I had grown a full beard and was wearing a ski cap that covered my head. I told him it was time for a haircut. I think he nearly died from a heart attack. I never asked him to cut my hair. I stepped up to his chair and pulled off the cap. My head was as bald as a bowling ball.  His partner nearly died laughing and so did everyone in the shop. I thought dear old dad was going to kill me and to appease him I had to let HIM shave the beard.
He was buried on my 21st birthday. As one final act of defiance, I shaved my upper lip for the last time to attend his funeral. I've had a moustache in his honor ever since. ;-D
Think good thoughts,
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timmy
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We really do have to have pictures of that!
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Location: currently So Cal
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Sadly no pictures exist.
Think good thoughts,
e
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