Some argue that women aren’t celebrated enough. I argue that bearded women aren’t celebrated enough. Therefore, in the spirit of justice, I have endeavoured to help change social attitudes towards the glory that is the thatched female and present this tale of intrigue. Well, there probably isn’t all that much intrigue actually, but there is beardage, and to some that can be quite intriguing itself. Written on the 20th May 2017.
“Massive Fuck Off Beard“
She was a woman with a plan. Her affliction had seen her childhood and teenage years ruined but now in the intellectual awakening that was her twenties she had a brilliant idea. Some may even say, a spiffing one.
At its core it was a rather simple idea, one which would turn her world on its head and reap great rewards. She would embrace her facial thatch and cultivate that which would become both revered and loved as, the “massive fuck off beard”. And so, she set to work and squeezed real hard.
In a month she was regularly mistaken for a man. In six months she had become a well respected wizard, despite knowing no magic. And in two years she could form a skipping rope with her facial foliage so long that up to seven children could jump it at once.
But now came the tough part: convincing the locals that she was indeed a she and not a he as many would initially presume. For it is often said in carnie circuits that nobody buys a ticket to see a bearded man.
She pondered her options for some time. She could take her top off, but that would be lewd and no self respecting bearded woman would lower themselves to such a standard. There was also the option of getting pregnant and popping a crotch fruit in a public forum. But again, that would be vulgar. And besides, she wouldn’t have a child for such a ridiculous reason.
No, she would much rather prove her womanhood by not laughing at the next fart that happened in front of her. Then they’d know she was all woman. For it was a well known fact that this was something that could not be faked.
She’d show them she was all woman. All, bearded, woman.
The day finally came when an opportunity arose and a fireman farted beside her in church. All the men burst out laughing as the coffin squeaked off behind the velvet curtains. But the one with the gigantic forest for a face didn’t even crack a smile.
The reverend noticed first. He dropped his bible and pointed, a vacuous wheeze coming from his agape mouth. In the commotion that followed, several stained glass windows were shattered, the organ collapsed and the pews were weaponised and thrown around in the uproar.
This he was undeniably a she, and clearly in no way a he. And she was very happy that everyone now knew the truth behind her dense thicket of bristles. “Behold!” the woman shouted, calming everyone with a polite courtesy. “I am a woman, and if you wish to behold my massive fuck off beard, you may pay me tuppence at my house on Wilted Cabbage Road and see it at your leisure”. And with a brief flick of her skirts, she turned heel and left.
In the months that followed, many curiosity seekers did come to the house on Wilted Cabbage Road and the young woman was soon rich beyond her wildest dreams. After a time she decided that she’d earned enough coin and so shaved her local legend off, sold her home and left town altogether, coming to the conclusion that she would much rather spend the rest of her life beard-free and soaking up the sun on the coast than remain in the town which had once ridiculed her for her differences.
The town, having now lost a huge portion of its wealth to the absent woman, found itself bankrupt. And soon enough, as is the way with such things, it had fallen into disrepair and disrepute. Things eventually got so bad that the government threw up its hands and nuked it, pretending it had never existed at all. They sworn vehemently for the next several decades that the radioactive crater several miles across had always been there, and the twelve limbed dogs that the chased neon cats were indigenous to the area.
And somewhere out there on the idyllic sands of a distant sun-kissed beach, a content woman rubs her petite chin, and in the process reminds herself to grab a quick shave whenever she gets back to the beach house.
She really was a pioneer of the “life-as-art” school, wasn’t she?
Fantastic story, every word.
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Indeedy, a pioneer to be proud of, especially to the follically afflicted females of the day. Thanks for reading!
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Enjoyed this! 😉👍
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Thank you! Cheers for taking the time to check it out!
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hahahaha loved it! The use of words and tone and humour is just perfect! You sir, are a genius.
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Haha, I’m glad you enjoyed it. As always, I greatly appreciate your feedback! Thanks for reading!
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Haha! The bomb was quite surprising:) Too bad men with beard do not have the same success, my problems would be long gone. Another great story.
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I once let a gnome rent my own beard for his extended family over the gnomish holiday season, but that’s another story for another time. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!
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You should have known better than to trust a gnome, Neil. You should know better.
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It’s true, I should. But it looked too whimsical to ignore, you know how gnomes get…little bastards…
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😀
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That’s it, she’s inspired me! I’m going to live in a radioactive crater
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Yay! Your inspiration has inspired me to aspire to inspire more people to live in inspirational radioactive craters!
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Inspirational!
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Your mind is a grand place, Mr Dinsmore.
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Why thank you kindly. By the way, the inglenook has been installed successfully and the butler has only set himself on fire twice. So it’s nice in here.
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I’m mightily glad. Butlers are unnecessarily flammable, always check the label when you get a new one.
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I shall from now on!
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i think i know this woman
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Interesting. Is she happy in her new beard-free life?
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