I am really digging not having a beard. Yesterday I bought a pair of purple velvet hot pants and today a deep blue fitted shirt that I don’t think would have matched the beard, or me five pounds ago. Wait, could my beard have weighed that much? Anyway, I think that the whole beard phase was fun, not shaving and everything, but it never seemed to really fit–I’m so powerfully drawn to men with body hair that I couldn’t imagine anyone being attracted to me without something visibly furry, hence the beard-age. It’s about opposites, right? and not being narcissistically drawn to one’s reflection? Somebody, take me someplace fancy so I can wear my new clothes!
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui