Shaving my face is such a Gender™️ activity for me that it feels like such an integral part of my gender identity and expression. Putting my hair up with a pink elastic wrap and claw clip, setting up my brush and soap cup and razorblade, taking off my shirt to show my hairy chest, lathering up my scratchy too-long beard, gently and carefully removing everything but my curly sideburns, rinsing off the residual foam and touching up my lips and eyebrows with a pink safety peach fuzz shaver, dabbing on whatever aftershave aloe moisturizer that came with a travel set I got a few years back, before I even started shaving. The growth and removal of something so stereotypically gendered, a beard. Neither of my parents ever taught me anything about shaving, it's always been something I've stumbled through on each puberty like a baby deer.
