I like my facial hair. Really I do. I have come a long fucking way in the last 6 or so years. From hatred and loathing, to OMG must be rid of it at all times and oh one day I will have enough money to have it permanently removed and blah, blah, blah, to whatever, people can deal, but I still don't *like* it, to hmmm, the people *I* like, like it, to actually liking it myself.
That said. I properly shaved this morning and it was pure delight. It was done without shame that I *had* to do it. Also with the knowledge and joy that by the next morning I would have the usual stubblies but for the moment my jawline would be silky smooth. It was also a lovely fresh feeling. Mmmm.