Im a fine non bine but was born female so do not possess the hormones to grow a bushy beard. I dont want to, really, but I do get occasional beard envy. I look at men with their magnificent facial hair- and im talking about those of you with the viking beards here, ones you can get your fingers into. I think that most men with a decent beard- as long as you are clean and not stinky and pass my basic bigotry filters are basically hot. Fite me.
What i want to know is, how do you FEEL when you look in the mirror and observe your handsome figure of manhood looking back at you? With that fine follicular fashion-piece of fortitude jutting proudly from your face? Its Masterful tangles and curls representing months- if not years- of experiences and beard care? Is it pride? Do you recognise your handsomeness? Do you think "oooooh hes a handsome bastard he is!"?, do you feel elated at your beardliness achievements? Do you even think about it?
Curious minds…..
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I’m a he/him and an envious of men that grow full thick beards – some of us just got the shit genetics where that is concerned.
Sometimes it’s “I’d fuck me”
Sometimes it’s “this fucking thing is too much maintenance, what if I just shaved it off?” (Spoiler, I do not)
But most of the time it’s “I’m glad I can grow a beard because my round baby face with too much cheek no matter how skinny I get sure is ugly without it”
Yo! I am also a non-binary individual, though male born. Beards are fucking amazing. You can do so much with ’em and having a longer beard or a closer shave is basically my “changing my hair color”.
A closer shave makes my jawline pop more so I feel a bit more chic, even more feminine at times, where as a longer beard makes me feel a bit more rugged and like I’m ready to roll with any punches that get thrown my way. It really is a nice tool for me as a non-binary person who enjoys the best of both worlds.
It’s awesome! I remember when I was 8 or 9 my dad shaved his beard for the first time in my life. When he walked in, my sisters and I all broke down in tears. So, I’ll never shave my beard. My wife wouldn’t have it even if I wanted to.
So glad I can grow a beard now, because all the hair left my head.
Seems like it’s just been migrating south for years.
Beats me.
It’s patchy and lacking. Will try again at 40.
I’ve worn a mid to long beard for nearly 20 years now – TBH at this point it’s like asking “what do you feel when you see your nose in the mirror?”
It’s just a part of my face – a part that gets little grayer every year.
The mirror isn’t the fun part, the mirror shows me the greys slowly taking over.
Stroking that beard down my chin whenever I have nervous energy in my hands and still seeming mostly normal? That’s the fun part.
Not so good if you’re a woman.
I havent seen my chin in 15 years. Having a beard is wonderful.
It doesn’t suck
I have a weak chin so I’m like “Thank the fucking lord I don’t believe in”
I say this with honestly as much respect as possible. So if it comes out the wrong way I do apologize.
It probably feels the same as a born female with a more typical “men’s” haircut and they have all the hair in the world. You folks have some great flow. I’d swap a beard for that hair 10/10 times.
I can’t grow a beard to save my life… my face basically gave up after a few confused chin hairs and said “we did our best.” i can grow a mean, disgusting stache though.
But I’ve been told I kind of look like Ryan Gosling, which at least makes being clean-shaven feel like less of a tragic genetic betrayal.
Mine is now more grey than it is black… in fact found a few white pubes the other day.. that was depressing
Not gonna lie. Feels good man.
I have an acceptable beard. It’s not driving any one wild (maybe my wife). I’m envious of men with Viking level beards. And guys with no beards are envious of my full coverage that is relatively thin (or not dense). So I keep it relatively tight, because if I let it grow it doesn’t look better it just looks more scraggly.
Anyways, with this being said. Both me and my wife prefer my face with a beard. When I picture my face, I see my beard. When I see pictures of me without a beard I am always taken back and think, I look better with the beard. When I get the urge to shave and take it off and surprise my wife she is not happy, she adepts. But she is waiting for it to come back.
I enjoy my beard and its appearance on my face, but at the same time I’m not a toxic masculine dude who thinks real men have beards. No it’s simply a genetic thing, some of us have them some don’t and there is a spectrum along the way.
It feels good lol.
Judge if y’all want but I almost entirely eschew “beard care” beyond brushing it. I cultivate a wild look like I could model in the Derelicte campaign.
More like jack black than a Viking in my case. Though I am slim.
One part is just having something between me and the world. I don’t like everyone seeing my actual face. Same reason I wear non prescription glasses often, just as a barrier.
doesn’t matter. Such trivial things don’t elicit emotions or thought from my brain.
I decide how I feel and what I feel and operate from that. We create our life inside out.
It’s a farce to try and deal with internal conflicts by reaching outside of ourselves.
Everything we need has always resided within.
how I look has nothing to do with how I feel
Best seat in the house
My beard growth was a pathetic patchy trajectory for a while, until one day a switch flipped and it just started coming in luxurious.
I mix it up lengthwise (heh), but always have some fur on the face. Feels good, dude.
I’m 35 and haven’t done the big beard yet. I’ve got a short beard (~2 inch thick) though and while I do like it, I have this feeling I’m not noticing how much older I look under it all.
I have a streak of grey hair on my chin that looks like Rogue from X-Men but beard form.
I’m vain but I do state and admire it on “good beard days”. It’s variable though and it’s taken me 30 years to be happy with the style. Getting a good trimmer where I can set the lengths and shaping it well is a game changer. Online tutorials didn’t help as they’re inviably an Indian or Mediterranean fella with super thick hair doing fine sharp lines that I can’t do. But I’m happy where I am now.
All my hair migrated south to my chin, so seeing I’m actually capable of growing some hair, somewhere in the region of where I’d like it to actually be is a semi-win for me.
Usually there’s some finger guns followed by a quick image of me wresting Bigfoot or pillaging England with my Viking bros; then the rest of the day I feel pity for men who can’t grow a beard and their girlfriends.