Seriously – what did I just do?
I’m not opposed to shaving for good causes. Here’s when I shaved my head for the Bald Men Walking Relay for Life team five years ago.
Backstory: If you recall a recent post, you’re aware of my love of shaving. It’s not a chore anymore, it’s an event. And this is a great community of people who share the hobby.
I’ve not met anyone in the wet shave community that I didn’t know before I got into it. That will change in a few weeks when I attend the STL Wet Shavers Meet Up. That will be awesome.
But still, it’s a great community. We have good times and plenty of laughs. We have memorial shaves, we have congratulatory shaves for weddings, graduations, retirements, etc (I know I had a helluva shave when my son was born), and we have shaves just to show support. So when it was learned that one of our own was going through something major (learned his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer), one of our fearless leaders created a shave event in her honor. Predicated on her favorite scents, citrus based
Now I don’t know him and I certainly don’t know her, but “when in Rome,” right?
So the event is technically Sunday. But some of us are doing citrus shaves all week long. I began tonight.
Now a normal shave would be just fine. But dammit, I had an idea.
That’s right, kids. I did the unthinkable.
I SHAVED MY CHEST!
The band-aid? I had a mole right in the center. And it’s not perfect, but I’ve never shaved my chest before.
And I never will. And yeah, I left the hair around the nips. You saw the razor in the feature image.
As an unforeseen bonus, now my boy can’t pull my chest hair.
Melinda, our thoughts and prayers are with you as you continue your fight
But I hope to God that no one gets testicular cancer!!!