Dad and I share the same dentist and we both had our appointments today. We usually go out for dinner and yack time after the ordeal and then Dad will take me home as I am not driving these days. I am NOT out to him or any other family, but I have been doing a few things differently than before I opened up to myself. One of the major things I can do in my current situation is to not pluck out my chinny hairs and I have a small crop of white/blonde hairs - about a dozen (my "goatee"). He noticed for the first time that I have them and commented on it. He even asked if I shaved!!! I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged and simply said I haven't bothered since I'm stuck at home so much. Inside though I was doing flipflops and BL)#HH_(SWU_(@Y because I was worried he'd catch on and blow a gasket!

     

So, as a follow up to this, I decided to shave today. Since I am not out, the few hairs that I can cultivate do look strange if you are paying attention! Shaving went smoothly (in both senses of the word) and I'm hoping any hairs that return won't get ingrown. I see Dad again in a couple days, so we'll see if he notices.

Just now, I have a racing mind that won't let me sleep... So I try to give it what it wants: an image of me with goatee (sans stache). Check it in my avatar.