Mustaches are divine, to say the least.
Well, that's not entirely true. Let me back up and say that mustaches
are magical. Yes, that's better. They're magical. They enchant those
that see them; they disgust those that see them. There's always been,
and there always will be, two camps: those that find mustaches
appealing, and those that find them appalling. It doesn't make any
sense. How can anyone be pushed away, instinctively, by a bit of hair
on someone's upper lip? Questions and answers.
I worked with a gingerized twink who,
upon sizing up my facial experiment, decided that I would be referred
to as “Mustache” from that point forward. “Hey Mustache! When
are you going to shave that thing off? He would ask me; insult me.
The joke was on him, as he never knew how much more attention I was
getting from my fellow fags. Mustaches, apparently, are definitely
not straight-acting.
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