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Just a note on the beard thing (LOL and I'm not picking on you, I promise!!!)... Beards aren't triggers or stressors for me at all. No childhood abuse whatsoever. While I'm perfectly fine, or even rev'vd up by certain kinds of facial hair...Yum! ... I can't stand most full beards. Half beards, with the right jawline are super sexy. Soul patches. Stubbly sandpaper scruff a day or two old is super fun. Shrug. Personal preference. Note again, this is personal preference. Nothing wrong with a beard or the men who grow them in and of themselves!
#1 - Biggest reason... When I was a kid all my friends dads & my uncles had full beards. It was the era. When I see one? I'm 5. Or 8. Or whatever. Libido killer. It's like trying to think of Santa or Clifford the Big Red Dog in a sexual way. Just can't. It's an enshrined image from my childhood, and it never made the move to adulthood. Everyone with one is as asexual in my mind as a tree. Or a close family member. Eeeeew. Gross. I tried. I really really tried when my ex grew a beard. Shudder. Not only couldn't kiss him, we switched from daily sex for nearly a decade to maybe a few times a month. That big of a turnoff.
#2 - Hygiene. I have an overly keen sense of smell (a lot of women do), and beards not only hold in smells from things that waft through them (from morning breath to the airfreshener -or worse- in the bathroom... Just like long hair holds cigarette smoke)... But most men don't wash their beards between meals. Food drips. Liquid splatters. Oils run down chins.
#1 is simple asexuality
#2 is disgust
Add those together and it's game over.
#2.5 Is an overly developed sense of fairness, and only enters in if I'm feeling snarky or ill used; namely, If I'm going to shave, wax, pluck and essentially denuded myself daily from eyeballs to toes? I can go ahead and stop, too.
#1 - Biggest reason... When I was a kid all my friends dads & my uncles had full beards. It was the era. When I see one? I'm 5. Or 8. Or whatever. Libido killer. It's like trying to think of Santa or Clifford the Big Red Dog in a sexual way. Just can't. It's an enshrined image from my childhood, and it never made the move to adulthood. Everyone with one is as asexual in my mind as a tree. Or a close family member. Eeeeew. Gross. I tried. I really really tried when my ex grew a beard. Shudder. Not only couldn't kiss him, we switched from daily sex for nearly a decade to maybe a few times a month. That big of a turnoff.
#2 - Hygiene. I have an overly keen sense of smell (a lot of women do), and beards not only hold in smells from things that waft through them (from morning breath to the airfreshener -or worse- in the bathroom... Just like long hair holds cigarette smoke)... But most men don't wash their beards between meals. Food drips. Liquid splatters. Oils run down chins.
#1 is simple asexuality
#2 is disgust
Add those together and it's game over.
#2.5 Is an overly developed sense of fairness, and only enters in if I'm feeling snarky or ill used; namely, If I'm going to shave, wax, pluck and essentially denuded myself daily from eyeballs to toes? I can go ahead and stop, too.
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