A journey of hair!
Since I was four I have sported serious hair. I remember because my brother drew my portrait and penciled in a mustache and I cried and my mother made him erase it. By the time I hit fifth grade I had a beard, a serious happy trail, more leg and arm hair than anyone in my grade and some definite armpit growth. At puberty I remember these crinkly black hairs sprouting from my breasts and I...
Letting it grow
I usually tweeze my facial hair (it grows beneath my chin and down the edges of my cheeks). It’s dark and coarse, and it’s one of the few things about my body that I don’t adore. However, since beginning to follow your tumblr, I am letting it grow. Leaving the tweezers in the drawer is difficult! I’ve noticed that as it gets longer it’s getting softer, and I quite...
Anonymous asked: Are there any good photography books that focus solely on women-identified folks and facial hair that you know of? Also, do you have a personal tumblr, mysterious stranger? :)
today on the bus
two elderly women kissed eachother allover each others faces, near where i was sitting. when they finally stopped making out it was revealed that one had a grey goatee, and the other had a brown moustache. they smiled at me! and gave me a knowing look when they disembarked from the bus. signs that life is awesome, #6 submitted by faketrain
The alternative public school I attend in Seattle has Gender Fluidity week as a kind of spirit week; the culminating day is Facial Hair Friday. This was taken at the end of the day so my mustache was a bit smudged, but I was still very proud of it. Next time I want my goatee to be larger. submitted by echolocate