It has been way too cold to shave. It was like 37 in the daytime on Tuesday, when I normally shave my face.
I shaved my other parts last night, chest to private areas. I do that with a Philips Bodygroom electric razor which cannot be used on face. Not unless you want to ravage your skin.
My skin's been ravaged enough recently.
The painful scratch is healing and doesn't hurt as badly but any pressure on it and it will. Because it is on the outer edge of my left 'cheek' I can sit with relatively no discomfort. (Sitting on a soft chair always hurts my prostate)
Anyhow, this time was my face with a Schick Hydro 3 razor and Aveeno face wash, shaving cream and aftershave lotion. I use Aveeno for a reason. My skin is sensitive. I mean, I dry out fiercely, even my male part does. I have been using a hydrating body wash so that helps.
I have Aveeno skin lotion, which I have used for a long time.
I was up earlier than normal today and took advantage of the 'warmest' part of the day to do this. Not that 56 is warm.
Here is my shave check picture:
My lips are critically dry and I did not do anything about it until after I shaved. Sorry for the blemish there.
It was Tuesday again. Time to shave. Actually, did it today because a powerful cold front is coming imminently. I remember those kinds of cold fronts when I was a kid.
I'd be outside riding my bike or something else, spent a lot of time outside in the age before Playstations and cell phones and the like.
That may be the problem with kids nowadays but I don't have any so really, should it be my concern?
I cannot rule out that I never will. Surely a girl is still out there for me to love.
The point here is Shave Check and it is done. I need a new razor, mentioned that before and totally did not get one. Like an idiot, I totally forgot.
I have to shave 3 or 4 more times before I can get a new one. Just great.
Here is my shave check picture. Forgive the lighting, it is wintertime and the sun sets earlier.
Readers of this blog probably know what I look like. You haven't known me, you don't know me. I am a ghost.
I have looked at my face for a long time, I mean, at least since I could perceive things for the first time some nearly four decades ago.
I believe my face is changing. I don't know what it is. I do not know if the threatened feminization as told by that diabetes doctor who said I had dangerously LOW T is happening.
What is about my face? That I wash it with Dove Sensitive? That I use Proactiv on my nose occasionally? I wear glasses because I am blind, on the scale of -5.25 diopters. Maybe I should have chosen better on my new glasses (I did ask for round lenses and was told my 'prescription makes that difficult). Really? What about those old people whose vision is way worse than mine? My lenses are made of high index Crizal lenses with alize anti-glare coating. This is polycarbonate plastic, easily molded into lots of things.
What do you think of my face. My lip scar, from a can hitting me in the mouth when I was taking down a canned vegetable display. That happened in my 21st year of life.
I mean, flesh is transient. My body will spend more time dead in the grand scheme of things, likely returning to the dust from which it came.
Do you think I am cute? Do you like my face? Do I seem masculine to you? I mean, I have a peena, I know I am a boy. Been that way since my 10th week of gestation, which was just about 39 years ago at this moment.
I said before, I will say it again, I do not like being male. I actually hate it but that is how it is and will always be.
My face...
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