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Beards: The New Porn


As you all know, I'm in my celibacy mode and I do not mess with porn anymore. It has been liberating. And quite frankly, it does absolutely nothing for me anymore. I've become sorta desensitized. Then again. I was never one of those people who watched porn to get off. It was more about..."studying"

Anywho...

One day, I ran across a blogger homie's Tweet about this blog: http://beardedandblack.tumblr.com/  with a pic of a man so deliciously sinful that my jaw hit the floor.



Why oh WHY did I have to find this Tumblr? While I generally find Tumblr confusing and just messy overall, I couldn't stop looking at the blog. I dunno WHO created this joint, but I owe them a debt of gratitude.

It was a mix of professionals (celebrities) and amateurs(regular Joe's) modeling their perfectly sculpted beards in all kinds of situations....

I became unusually aroused. It was weird.

There are few things I require of a man. One being straight white teeth. The other being facial hair.  I want to look like I'm dating a grown ass man.

Dear GOD..there is something so sexy..so manly about facial hair. Especially on black men. I like moustaches (and that's a minimum), a nice goatee, but the well crafted beard is a rarity. I mean, brothers have difficulty growing smooth, even facial hair. Sometimes they get that "swiss cheese* look (my Dad has it too...)  So when you find a dude w/ a perfect beard (a la Anthony Anderson..who..IMO..has THE BEST beard ever), it really turns me on.



I started looking at the blog all day, everyday.....



 Imagining how the dude's beard felt against my cheek...my skin..my..thighs...cradled between my hands...on my lips....

I was getting hot.

I was getting sweaty.

My palms were not still.

I was breathing hard.

I was licking my lips

My mind was wondering and wandering.

In short....I was getting turned on

*looks over at my "toy drawer* collecting dust*

*shuts down Safari......yet bookmarks this page*

*goes to read my Bible*

I thought I was weird. Until I realize there are entire sets of porn and stuff dedicated to "bearded men". Granted, it's mostly GAY (LOL)..but it's out there. I love beards. So at least I knew I wasn't alone. (lol)

Most sisters I polled also love facial hair. Very rarely did I find some that didn't like facial hair. If so...they are weirdos (LOL).

Perhaps it's a preference. Perhaps it's a weird fetish. Either way..I want to thank the person who created that Tumblr account. It has replaced my need for porn. Praise him (or her)!



Comments

  1. blutifulzeta1/4/12, 11:02 AM

    I was never one for beards, but there is something sexy about em. My bf has to shave because of his job, and his stubble drives me crazy. I run my face against his just to feel it...mhmmmm

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  2. I prefer a clean shaven man myself, but beards are definitely sexy for a change every now and again, and i will be checking out this site, for real!!! LOL

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  3. As an FYI, most of these guys w/ the "perfect" beards ala Anthony Anderson, actually paint their beards. It's a highly metrosexual grooming technique done at some barbershops. The dye fills in the gaps, gives it the perfect color and texture. Not hating at all but a beard that is too neatly groomed is likely not natural. Beards should be kinda rugged no?

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