Eccentric Flower:199810/facial faults
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29 october 98 eleven a m facial faults What, no postcard from Columbine yesterday? How can this be? Well, I worked all day to finally finish the project at work which I had been missing deadline on - and, boy, that felt good. And then I went home and we tried really hard to write a mouth organ column which unfortunately spun wildly out of control - sigh. After that, there was enough time only to read a couple of new pieces of escapist transgender fiction before bed. Sorry. By then my brain had nothing left in it. Somewhere in that mess last night, I shaved off nearly a month's worth of beard, and boy am I glad. I didn't realize how glad I was until I looked in the bathroom mirror this morning and didn't say "Urgh!" I despise the way I look with a beard. I don't even like stubble. I'd go for facial electrolysis in an instant if it were possible (ask me why it's not, if you like, and I'll tell you what I've learned about it). No, this morning I looked in the mirror and my face was back! But I had another problem, one which I don't actually experience too often: I felt like I needed makeup. My face was blotchy - pale in most parts, red in some places from yesterday's razor burn. My lips had almost no color to them and therefore looked thin. I had bluish areas below my eyes - not bags, but definite discoloration. And my eyes looked small - tiny in my face, for some reason. If I didn't know how to fix these things, that would be one problem. But I do - I know exactly what to do about each of these little faults - and I'm not allowed. Let me tell you, I came closer to making that "damn the torpedoes" decision (the one which will probably get me in Big Trouble one day) than I have in months. But sensibility got the upper hand - I merely put my usual skin grease on and applied some cinnamon lip balm. It was a minor consolation prize - I felt its waxiness on my lips as I walked out in public and could feel like at least I was getting away with something.
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