Maintaining the Butch

This is a little different from the usual content... but for me, cutting my hair (or having it cut) is a stimming thing, and the sensation of all that vibration and buzzing is like making out with a velvet wand. Plus, once I'm done (and showered. LIKE IMMEDIATELY) then it's awesome to stim with the hair itself - my hair is thick but fine, which means that there are a lot of little strands, but each strand is not very thick. The ones in the beard and sideburns are thick. But by managing which parts are really short, and which parts are longer, and which parts get clipped down to a #0 guard and which get the #000 blade... I can build on my face the equivalent of one of those four-sided graters where you can do six different textures depending on where you hold your carrot. This is fuzzy. That is velvety-prickly. That feels scrubby. Ouch, that bit's sharp. I eat ass with my whole sensual palette. Or is that palate? Kinda both. But not pallet, because I worked warehouse, and those nasty things would get your hands if you weren't really careful. 

Anyway. Here's a few minutes of me shaving my head. 

I'm going to cut this off here, and make another post of the rest of the night... because there's a LOT of the rest of the night. But, for the next post that I'm going to call An Excess of Wonders, because it was like a Thanksgiving feast of orgasms.... I went out immediately after shaving my head.