As of last week, I have been forced to resume wearing a belt, something I haven't done for at least a year now. Where most people worry about gaining weight when they cease to exercise, I seem to wither away. To my recollection, I have not worked out since before the beach vacation in late August / early September. It just hasn't been a priority ( Read more... )

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My latest superficial vagary has to do with chest hair, which is to say that I am growing mine out. I will continue (and shall do so to my dying day) grooming the hair in my upper and lower abdominal region--something I have done since I discovered electric hair trimmers in the early Nineties (a good decade before the term "manscaping" was ( Read more... )

It's like a great weight has been lifted off my scrotal sack.

I seem to be monumentally unmotivated today. This is pretty typical of Mondays and Fridays in general, but still. I wish something more interesting was going on in LiveJournal land, alas it seems as though people are having lackluster Mondays across the board. In my fantasy world, I would just leave work, go home and shave my testicles which ( Read more... )

Razors and me, we just don't mix.

Last night, I tried Veet for the first time. While I have done considerable experimentation with hair removal in my quarter of a century (at least, the second half of it), I have always avoided the concept of chemical depilatories; my skin is excessively sensitive and it does not help that the parts of my body I desire smooth are more sensitive ( Read more... )

Either I have an ingrown hair from shaving my scrotum last week or a spider bit me on my right testicle.

Neither option particularly delights me.