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As a child of the hairy men 70’s who began having romantic relationships in the 90’s, I believed all men would always have short hair and clean faces like Tom Cruise and Jason Priestly, that shaving was masculinity’s call to arms; a ritual done each morning in a tight, white towel with legs spread slightly apart. By the millennium, follicles on men’s faces began sprouting again; then partying like it was the 1999. Sideburns and goatees as fashion statements seemed they were here to stay, a modern alternative to their father’s Che Guevara beards. The men I dated, both Latino and non, all donned some kind of scruff, for I was blessed with Fridaesque eyebrows, a thick black mane, and other parts that need constant managing, so that I generally prefer my men to be more hirsute than I am. Ultra smooth, hairless men just remind me of my old Ken doll. His slippery chest and nether regions never did a thing for me.
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