when you delilah your own samson

on identity and loss (of a moustache)

Oh dear reader, alak! Alas!

I feel cold, naked and alone.

A piece of my identity -NAY! A piece of my SOUL has been torn from me, shredded and flushed down the toilet of inattention.

For over four years I identified as a MWAM - a Man With A Moustache.

My pronouns were Fuz Zee

I was a proud member of the facial hair community, an advocate for the freedom of lip lettuce.

But now? I’ve committed an act of self harm against my identity as a MWAM. I wasn’t cutting, but it came close.

But now, this identity?

Gone.

My moustache was the source of my power.

In many, many cultures a moustache is a sign of virility and male dominance. There were essential to being a British soldier and sailor when Britannia ruled the waves.

Unsurprisingly, when I woke up this morning, I put my back out! I went into the shower Samson and became my own friggin’ Delilah. I’m powerless!

I’d worked for years maintaining, loving and supporting that moustache. I ran a tight lip ship which is ironic considering how I like to run m…